Arrow Lake bile quartet

his;
his;
akavir?
lestan tensed in horror and relaxed in relief, one which turned back to horror when he saw that the wolf was not his cousin at all, only one who bore akavir's look uncannily.
knowing beat in his breast.
the talisman whispered;
"are you a mayfair?" dead-voiced and empty-eyed, standing as if the water did not eat cold into the bone of his ankles.