Lost Creek Hollow That I Care Too Much

arric shared. silvertongue listened. wren stood for no disrespect or the hint of it. they were each brusque in their own way, her wife, arric, and akavir. maybe it had come to pass that their ways were colliding far too often. at any rate, she nodded and nudged his shoulder a little. "i have seen elk in the valley. a band of six cows and two bulls. they were headed east." her eyes were pleasant, moving away from wren. the chapter of this must be closed for all.