Swiftcurrent Creek And do our talking with a laser beam

it was surreal to have returned to the places of blood and malaise, of sickness, of shouted words.
lestan was grateful to remember little and search for less. he avoided the places of memory and sought out a tiny place in the northernmost part of the woods studded by red maple.
little more than a depression beneath a dead tree, lestan decided it would do. he inched out then onto a more familiar route, hunting along for something else to occupy himself.
ahead, a smaller shadow of akavir marked a tree. lestan fell back, awkward suddenly; he searched around for escape. each of his meetings with the creek wolves had been initially quite tense, and he was not eager to repeat the experience.