Shadowwyn Moor Don't you know it is just the chemicals in our veins that causes pain?

"she teach how to obey," sun eater grunted as he watched river walker mull over the strange girl. she herself watched the ghost talker with a wild light in her eyes, one of barely controlled fangs. he knew that panic and had fed it in others more than once.

"scared wife not serve well. she run away." river walker should not try to have her now; he had the chance of other women on which to slake his desire while he waited. pressing his advantage now would only result in an attack from the captive.

"ghost talker. your children safe from long march." only the holy man decided for his own blood who would be brought and who might be left behind to die. "i bring your share of last kill." he stepped back in the snow, guarding with a look but sensing she would not run. at least now. "then i gather others. time for saatsine to go from valley."

with another look leveled at the captive's rigid back, sun eater turned and sauntered off across the drifts.