Blacktail Deer Plateau you know everyone

the nightmother —

mis-matched gaze: lanterngold and starblue haunt him, flashing behind his closed eyelids. his nightwife. a yearning burns within him but he stifles it, chasing it away as his eyes open and his gaze re-focuses upon ash paw.

knowledge of gods? or knowledge of flora? ingram inquires, though in truth it does not much matter to him. that the deathbringer was taking any sort of interest was a good sign, as far as the dreadfather cared to see it.

there is no shortage of warriors to show you. or, if the deeds of the men he'd managed to corral ( his son not withstanding perhaps ) were not exaggerated. time would tell on that matter for soon they would be sought with their own tasks.