Broken Antler Fen meet me on the equinox

we be alert, cathal, iseldur instructed, firm in his words and yet gentle in his expression. eyes glanced over his mac, nodding his head. we find good people, but first, we drink, bathe, find game. something to eat, something to replenish them from their travels, and then they would sleep beneath starlight, and rise as the sun does.

he tested the air with his nose, then, the cold biting at his salmon skin. scents were faint on the wind, but they were not alone. you smell anything, gille? an almost mischievous glimmer behind his eyes, as if he were testing the boy and his senses. an encouraging smile upon iseldur's face as he gave a soft nod.