Emberwood branch-waving

peculiar new scent on the mudminnow. no — it was the qeya river man.
they were in the grove, where lestan also found to his disturbance the movement of bearclaw wolves. he kept low, slinking, tracking the — saatsine, yes.
he found them congregated at the emberwood and tried to hold back at a distance, swathed in what he felt to be fair cover. were he equipped with binoculars, hands, a notebook, thumbs — he might have scribbled wildly with one hand while the other struggled to keep the looking-glasses focused on those wolves below a small rise.
a big fellow, like a stormcloud, seemed to be the leader, though lestan supposed he couldn't be sure. he forgot himself a little, intent so much upon his investigation.