Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

her words did not seem to meet positive reception.

calfuray stood, now, and so rala would too. her brows were drawn together, a frown upon her face as she watched the dark woman attempt to take her leave. her leg, now, would go noticed: calfuray, you are limping, snowwoman said, walking up to the woman, trying to nose her flank to encourage her to stop. to just take a moment to rest.

please do not go, calfuray. let me take care of you.