Overture Downs winds of east

her reaction fractured his guard and at last a grin played along the hunter's hard-set mouth. "yes," he said, and as her eyes captured his own gaze in the manner he had come often to enjoy, he reached to brush the caribou hide with his own paw, stirring the hairs over the rise of morwenna's shoulder. "i want to bring."

"what is 'spoil?'" the saatsine man asked next, breaking their contact to stand with restless energy, an aura now captivated by both she and his own burgeoning uncertainty about the entire thing.

how could sun eater ask of morwenna what not even all lanzadoii women could do? i want vied with it is not safe! and he remembered how red leaf, a caribou hunter in her own right, of her own people, had suffered on the long march.

how she had once looked at him like this — and how quickly her joy had dissipated.

below them, a wolven figure started in across the frozen land, spearheading chase toward a cluster of cows.