The Tangle If you must die, remember your life

Wylla manages to persuade the waxwing to harry from their sights; then the winter-ursine man joins them. The mutual cologne of waves that never subside, saltbrine and lofty broadleaf trees he can assume they are both footmen of Rusulka or just busybody sea-pilgrims. He ( graciously ) assumes the former. The instinctual dread that is borne in his belly is thanks to the unawares of being singled eisen's singled eye for a few heartbeats. The honey badger briskly bays the moniker that his birth-mother chose to distinguish a son she didn't want to keep with while turning away.

He may not concern himself with proprieties when it came to strangers but he also wasn't keen on lingering. Casting a taciturn glance at the elfin krähe and the wosemen before emulating Wylla's steps. He couldn't tell if she was doing out of sheer duty or maybe read thru the lines there was a whit of affection:
he ( brusquely ) assumes the former.

It was cold in these bones of a man and a child, Astraeus decides.

so sorry for the wait