Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

The huntress grinned at his compliment and he was glad for it. He enjoyed hunting with her as well. She was one of the best hunters he had ever had the pleasure of journeying with and he hoped as Winter turned to spring, he could have more hunting trips with her. Though he also knew that other things would take precedence come spring for everyone.


I've been well. Busy. I became first hunter which means I am in a high place of honor in my pack. I have wrestled Sun man and gathered everything, but these. The weasels are the last part to my proof. How about you? Did your friends like their pelt?


He studied the snow too. The pretty white snowflakes landing on the two of them. It was always a time of deep change when winter came. Everything seemed so still. Rodyn didn't quite know how to explain it.