Moonsong Glacier complicating

stung. chastened. knowing.
he touched his tongue to the new weals along his muzzle. they would fade. but not the lesson.
"yes, mist woman. you are right."
she could not be third. callyope's status carried her from his reach. in her gesture he perceived a dismissal. he responded.
chakliux wore a soft, acceptant smile; he backed down the snowy path, away from her.