Ocean's Breath Plateau You Reap What You Sow Violent Boy

something was off.

the wily predator in cen sensed what logic told him was only projection. these men, this woman, they did not know him. how could he expect to be liked? to be greeted warmly or with any trust? the caribou hunter felt his own guard hairs rising in response, and with effort, flattened them down.

he did not know these others, nor the scent they wore.

for a moment cen paused in his walking to glance toward the sea. he expected that heph and rodyn would divide their hunting path, and so he did not need to pay attention. instead the man thought of ghelan, and of red leaf, and was sorrowed beneath the bite of frustration.

soon, very soon, they would all be gone from this place, back to the caribou and the wide open land.