Swiftcurrent Creek yiron

anselm. skaigona had not allowed herself a moment to think of that day long enough to do more than cringe; she had believed what amadeo said of the man, at least in part. having experienced anselm's mercurial mood, she had not stopped to consider;
ezra was cold; had she ever seen him so cold?
"they all share the same silvergrey fur. the same eyes," the loner murmured despite the fact that the question had been to her son, trying not to falter beneath the realization that she was desperate to know anselm too was all right.
this offer of food brought a guarded look, but again skaigona did not wait. "all right," said with acceptance, her own goldcoin eyes filled with a grateful moment.