Swiftcurrent Creek back to the old house

He gave a soft smile at the woman's welcome, thoughts once more returning to the girl. I'm aware of my size, Leonore. Frederick spoke with a sigh, though not one of dejectedness, rather a twinge of hilarity. Morwenna seemed to do all the scolding, and for a moment the snow-pelted giant wished to whisk the pup away as to shield her of any criticism.

Perhaps he himself would make for a good father, but the thought was fleeting just as soon as it had came.

Morwenna mentioned the child's mother, which made Frederick wonder if the two new each other. Frederick still felt so lost. A feeling he would have yet to share. His demeanor that of an easy self-assuredness. It went quiet before the woman spoke again, directed at Frederick, this time. Lestan believed that someone here may have information for me, he said, tone indicating that he did not wish to delve too deep into the subject.

Also, I figured a community could be nice, even if only for a little while. Part of him pondered on what would have happened had he found Milan first rather than Lestan. Maybe he would've ended up in the valley with the beauty. His heart seemed to sink the smallest bit at the thought, but he focused his attention back on his packmate.

How about you?