Swiftcurrent Creek divinity's mirror

it was polite to go back! it would have been polite. lestan trudged on some feet more, ribcage swelling with breaths exhaled into pine duff and birchbark.
his legs were swift, his apology swifter. "d-didn't s-see you," the mayfair muttered when he had gone back to the water and saw the firewolf still there, looking decidedly — startled, though that was an understatement.