Whitebark Stream Temperance is a Virtue I Lack

there was no sign of blood and none of invasion. nothing of injury nor malaise. he sniffed at the youth's breath and narrowed his eye, not quite understanding that particular touch of greenery in the air.

sun eater glanced around them with deliberate slowness, then glanced back at the boy. "what you do?" had he eaten a bad thing? was there more at work here than the chieftain could see?

the eyes of kekoa were not right. "you chase dream, boy?"