Wapun Meadow amaritudo

bearclaw valley posed a welcome respite for the night. germanicus had intended to move that direction when he was intercepted by a tall stormcloud of a boy with a meandering way of speech.

the eyes held ocean hue and the banner that followed the stranger was a vivid crimson tail.

"cat," germanicus said in a monotone, slipping easily into little speech as he traveled alone. "what is this place of healing?"

the slashes from throat to shoulder would scar, as much as the apparent tearing of bear slash in the boy's own flesh.

a pair they were, the ranger thought sardonically.