Iktome Plains wuskripa

he split to the left.

he remembered the pale hunter even more now. how the hunter had been so kind to listen to the holy ramblings of bartholomew, even in their hunting moments. perhaps, he thought, it should be hunters he acted in faith upon.

warriors too harsh for the willow of his body and soul.

pray we catch many, pray she finds some healing from this kindness.

he was opposite of her now as the birds seemed to still. golden eyes looked for her own, awaiting her sign.

pray this is swift, My Lord.