Wheeling Gull Isle harmony

under ground.

he thought at once of the dark, shrouded woman. if they all piled into the place she most certainly called home by now, what would winter be like? a thought set gently aside for now.

the river water turns fresh further inland. it was a vague answer, but he meant for her to do with it what she may wish.

i wish to see if our neighbors are merely...staying away due to the cold, or if their silence means more. it may determine what we hunt.

he sought her advising now.