Hushed Willows It was no accident

This is the right place, I'm sure of it. Don't give me that look! The voice carried through the pines and snow, permeating that invisible line that delineated the claimed land from the wilderness.

You're the one that wanted to see, so let's see. It was a one-way conversation by the sounds of things; if someone answered it wasn't with a loud enough voice for others to hear, if there even was someone else.

The shadow paced among the trees and then stopped, sitting, glaring over his shoulder a moment - Fine, go that way; but I know I'm right! Followed by some grumbling to himself while the snow fell.