Dragoncrest Cliffs déjà vu

sobeille had gone again. val did not think much of it - for many of the women had been seized by wanderlust of late, and he knew now his daughter resented his worrying. if she was not back by sunfall, he would let chacal know and begin his search.

sunfall was close; he watched the sun’s margins as it moved across a silvery winter sky. to preoccupy himself (and perhaps to strike two birds with one stone) val trotted along the tangle’s edge. he acted as if he were marking, but he also surveilled for any scent of sobeille’s.

another’s tracks headed into the briarwood. val was not a naturally suspicious wolf, but he wondered if she’d seen anything. hailing after her, val stopped as her silhouette came into view. she was thinner than he, worn by hard miles maybe — and her fur a cinereous grey that matched the darkening skies. hey there, val called affably, wondering what brought her out in such an unforgiving place.