King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

wren said nothing, and so germanicus shifted her down a notch within his mindful notes. attention shifting even though his gaze did not, back to the great white wolf who had come to be cursed among them. and then focus wavering over and overtop the deorwines that had gathered.

célnes, moving on from their disapproval. the centurion, watching odessa's shadow disappear from view. she had said nothing and yet she was a matriarch in her own right. easily a rival for the king if the others supported her. he saw again the buddings of a coup, and decided calhoun would be his first focus. 

this newcomer among them. he would not long last, germanicus thought to himself, considering the words that had been told to sacnite about himself. but he had borne a grey coat all this while among the earthen shades. outlander. outsider. yes. but never cursed. never holding a sin. the pale man, however, would represent that to all of kingslend with his very existence.

germanicus was silent. what sort of game did célnes play?