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

loyal to us. germanicus filed away that tidbit with a long bit of interest spiraling into his soldierly mind. it sounded perhaps violent, though the snowdriven wolfess before him did not invoke that sense. if anything, arlette was juxtaposed against such forceful images, and again he wondered how she had come, and why she had stayed.

"i do as well. it has been diverting," the saber agreed, and though he did not arrange his features to smile, there was a warmth in his hushflower eyes that had not been there before. feverfew sounded rather explanatory he concurred, but could only roll his shoulders somewhat, for he knew not where to find such. "i imagine when spring arrives, it will be easier to find oneself a pupil."

glancing back toward kingslend now, then to arlette. "meeting you was pleasant. perhaps i might seek your company again?" the eaglebound inquired gently.