Dawnlark Plains hymn to blood

Ellie had grown fond of Lestan. She seemed to do what she could to keep him from danger. There didn’t seem to be much that could be said to sway him from his goal. The trinket he had lost still ate away at his sanity. Swordfish couldn’t imagine how a pack of strangers would take his appearance on their border. 

Yer not goin’ alone. 

The young wolf’s words did not leave room for argument. 

Swordfish swung his head up, tracing the deer’s path just ahead of them. There were places it could attempt to bed down, lay low. The animal was not in any physical condition to put up much of a challenge.