Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

she observed him carefully, and her wrinkles concealed her own twitches of aggression.

this one was a loner. the lean appearance and lack of a packsmell gave it away. for a moment she thought the two of them different in that regard, before remembering ursus had left her.

cult, along with the god.

best speak now before the stranger thought her a meal.

"hail." her voice guttural and low, flat, baritone. it served well to conceal her uncertain feelings.

"what, brings you, here?"