Felltree Marsh It can turn your heart black

Avicus isn't one for words. half of them flit through one ear and out the other. she watches him speak with a bland expression, one half of her mouth lifted in a slight sneer. particularly at his assertion that they were lone wolves.

she smells others on their pelts. recent interactions, too. and if there's one lie. . .

big whih'he woman killedh one of our own, she replies coolly. for no reah'hon. be careful—woman might come for you nexxhh.

her gaze shifts slowly from one to the other, letting her own stunted speech sink in.

with stiff shoulders and bristled tail, she moves sidelong into the misty marshes, keeping one eye trained on the travelers as she does so.

another warning for the troops.