Swiftcurrent Creek yiron

it was enough; the food was enough. she prickled at the continuing conversation, wanting nothing more than to spirit ezra away — away, away. 
etienne. and there he was, the scathe of his eyes open.
heda of yesteryear might have been affected; skaigona stared blankly at the man who had loyally tended the hollow and then rivenwood.
"where is this gathering?" she asked, pulling her eyes slowly away from him and back to the leader, akavir. it might be worth going. "there's sickness in the bypass. it killed my sister." and that was it, wasn't it? druid had changed. druid had snapped for her and nothing had ever been the same again.
"thanks," she said of the porcupine, helping ezra to gather the thing. daring not hazard another look more toward etienne, skaigona prepared to leave, studiously avoiding any more eye contact with the creek wolves.
if the healer was here, anselm really had disappeared.