nor am i,
lasher revealed. i prefer the autumn to any other season.
spent upon tartok, the time of biting winds and changing leaves had been harsh, but none so much as the winter there, with snow piled into every crevasse, impeding movement as well as hunting. you have not found a den yet?
he inquired politely, though he did not attempt to hide his surprise.
dante had resided at the plateau almost as long as himself — lasher had found a den quickly, though the weather would decide if he would move to a more sheltered location for the winter. dante had done no such thing, apparently intending to weather the seasons in the open, and taltos thought quite amusedly to himself that the man's coat and appearance had not suffered the arrows of torrential rain and scalding heat.