Redtail Rise above me, the sky is a river

He made a face. It's bearable.

Behind the stiff-upper-lipped "could be worse"-type posturing, Gavrel pitied himself.

Why me waxed, why not me waned. Vice versa.

Sister's out there somewhere, he cast a look across the treeline as if he could see her. For all he knew she was a mile or two away, well within howlshot. She's gonna find me one of these days, 'cause she doesn't ever know when to give up.

In a good mood he would call her stubborn, in a bad mood, rabid. She seemed to have a preternatural control over her mind and body, enough to make up for the amount he lacked. In another life she could've been a monk trying to move a mountain via sheer force of will.

You got family here, Mulherin? Or are you way dispersed?