Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

He heard the approach of another, head turning to catch sight of Meadow. Her presence was not unwelcome, though he disregarded her for the time being for the further breakdown of things. The mother then, full of a rage that quivered through her harsh tongue; the son followed with something that dared to boil over. He didn’t act upon it and perhaps for the better, for the sharp gaze of Solpallur held him fiercely.

It was a stalemate. He didn’t care much for those. This was a disaster.

They needed to extradite themselves.

“Við þurfum að fara,” he said to his brother. “Þeir kunna að vera fleiri og við ættum að bjarga skinnum okkar.” Even if they presently outnumbered the rightly angry party, the fact that they smelled of others had not been lost of him. A party of three stood little defense against a lurking pack.