Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

an unsuccessful hunt kept the guard moving beyond the borders of kingslend. here the air hung frigid, thick with the sweet scent of cedar. he too forded the river, emerging along the other bank to shake out his silvergrey fur. here he was not outside the core of the ruling family, only a stranger blended with charcoal shadows.

quietbloom gaze shifted, sharpening around the scar-locked features of an oddly pristine figure, almost ghostly in the broken light that shone between the cedar branches. the saber cleared his throat, announcing his presence as he too moved toward the treeline.