Ghost Lion Crag xxxxv. it's a waste of time

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The dove’s brow furrowed the slightest bit. She had always assumed that Raimo had departed from the Spine after his relationship with @Kukutux ended. Had she been wrong, had he and @Adrastus fought — the spiritbear forcing the dark he-wolf from the ring of mountains? 

The herbalist’s dusk-rose lips thinned into a tight line, fighting the desire to defend her betrothed. The tundrian was a good man, this she knew even without knowing the entire story of what had conspired between the two huntsmen. Regardless, it seemed foolish to argue with her former tribe member.

Already, adrenaline had begun to trickle through her, the doe’s heart racing a familiar, frantic beat — her fight-or-flight instinct beginning to rear its head at the equally thunderous expression etching itself upon Raimo’s features. 

Uncertain what else to say, she edged another step back while murmuring: “That is unfortunate.”