Redtail Rise Whiskey tango foxtrot

She was extremely businesslike and he shifted under her discerning look. Hǣlend. It's... um, I can heal. A little. He bit back the rejoinder. Ashlar was trying to show a bit more confidence in the skills he was learning. The more he practiced, the easier he hoped it would become.

Singer. Healer. Playmate. He was a number of things now. The other two he got the quiet sense that she, like Tuulimaq, would not understand. They were different than the quiet wolf and Prophet. Ashlar's posture lowered a bit more, deferentially. When did you come here? he asked, forcing his voice to steady by speaking slower. Perhaps it was only because she was new here.