Larksong Grotto cranberry

there came a smile at last, the scars along his face pulling somewhat. "no. there's nothing on your face."

the lark at last lifted from his shoulder and flitted back into the grotto. "i don't remember the name i had before. i don't remember my mother."

wolf dreamer was quiet, but not sad. he looked down over the slopes which led away from the place.

"are you heading somewhere?"