The Tangle get loose get low get low

treow was the name given.

sobeille noticed treow was nervous. why?

could it be her?

was treow a name, or a title?

why did she not speak?

sobeille considered all of these questions silently, looking to chani now, who offered her pelt for the girl labeled treow to sniff.

mulherin seemed crestfallen. sobeille became observer rather than participator, stepping back to hold the three of them in her gaze.