Rattleskin Redoubt april is the cruellest month

Long Rain shrugged and gave a discontented shake of her head. I not know, but I find out. Curiosity was the only thing driving her forward, not certainty.

Now that her panting had eased off to a more normal pace, she could scent her companion better. There was the smell of another wolf, recent but not entirely fresh, mixed in with Caligula's personal brand of cologne. She probably carried a similar intrusion, since it had only been a day or so when she had left her father behind. You walk with others?