Wapun Meadow thus always to tyrants

not pandora.

val's shoulders fell in visible relief -- until he was accused of spying.

his brow furrowed in a deep line. who was she, why was she so close to bearclaw? did she even know?

moreover, why was he so close?

what?! no. val huffed. a furtive glance about them assured him they were at least visibly alone.. all the same, he remembered how good aventus had been at sneaking. who are you? have you seen a red puppy?