Shadowwyn Moor the mourning sun

not bloodkin, but chosen. he did not like hearing these foreign words in his wife's voice; she had come to be lanzadoii, and he rejected reminders of any past life.

they would begin anew, he and she; nothing might be allowed to lay grim and unsaid between the saatsine man and morwenna.

he heard the gentle press in the tones of this gjalla, and set his eye upon her as his mate wended their pelts together in warmth once more. it reassured him, and thus he was made suspicious a second time.

"i am sun eater. if you come to be saatsine, come now." his teeth glittered. "your chieftains not like me." another moment of trophy for him, a rising chance that the swiftcurrent warriors sought them once gjalla had disappeared.

very much he wished to carry morwenna off for their further enjoyment; to temper temptation, he pulled aside and gestured that his s'aa lead her sister up the snowdrifts while he waited to guard their departure.