Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

morwenna was not a saatsine woman, sun eater reminded himself as rangy limbs halted his traverse of the mire on the blueflower sound of her voice. such sensations had only preceded trouble; the death of gheli, the betrayal of red leaf.

by all rights indeed he should turn away and aside, turn his face and continue after the lamed caribou he had come here to find.

instead he strode toward the swiftcurrent woman, his own face betraying no emotion nor the burgeoning interest that had begun to grow in spite of his best efforts to end it preemptively.

but he did not often hold one's gaze the way he held that of morwenna, and an undercurrent of unutterable electricity coursed the air before he turned that single knowing eye on the second woman.

built of shadow and lightless silk, the wolf's appearance offered a good deal of intrigue to sun eater. blood was here; a meal consumed. the sun clan chieftain glanced between the striking faces. "i hunt. you come? i find more than frog," he offered dryly to the she-wolf whose name he did not yet know.