Whitefish River rune

all good with me!

she would have walked on then, keeping in sight of the plateau, had not their small hunting foray been halted at once.

a thickset man with heavy musculature and river-eyes stalked out. like the boy in the mountains, he acted as if he had a claim. "you stand very close to raventhorpe," she said with a friendly, inquiring air. "it is i who should ask what you are doing."

the grey eyes, however, held his own, and she had shifted to stand in front of the ravenclan child now. "if he comes closer, turn and run back to the settlement. tell your mother and father," she murmured for his ear.