Silvertip Mountain loss of breath

here is Merrick—

the boy, Avicus declared, eyes flashing toward the young shadow. Karrrhh. she rounds her shoulders, squaring them up, trying to mimic her friend's bulky stature. then nods to the southwest. he o'er 'herre. gonna geh' him.

before she can explain further, another strike from the dark little wench.

family! Merrick had exclaimed.

and, yet, Avicus doesn't feel so. she skirts away, avoiding those small sharp teeth, snarling.

if this one drives her away, and nothing to be said from her father, she will be gone for good.

fuck these Ursus wolves if so!

she will take Karst from the mountain and be done with it all.