Shadow Mountain Wire

Begrudgingly, Wake searched his thoughts. Oh yes, the reindeer-chasers, he murmured, absolutely reluctant to turn his mind to things that were not related to digesting Lestan.

Yes, he said more clearly. I met Sun Eater, chieftain to the hunters. You were right to be concerned. They are a wasteful, selfish lot, under his helm. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with him at all. But do not let them fill you with distress. Their buzzing is of flies, rather than hornets. I do not think them dangerous… so long as they are left to their hunting.

He seemed bored to speak of it, his eyes wandering freely across his companion’s lovely features. They are simple folk. They will follow the reindeer until death, I presume. They seem to crave nothing more.

Myself, however? The serpent smiled. I crave plenty.