Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

she spoke in lanzadoii and his heart experienced something he had not felt in a long while. winter spread around them as if it were a fine cloak. the sound of their feet in the drifts pleased sun eater thoroughly, though he knew he did not need to express his thought aloud.

they came for water. proudly the darkwoven pair watched over their herd, their sustenance, before the saatsine man pressed his lips to her cheek and went on.

his trailing became a watchful skulk the lower he descended; sun eater ensconced himself behind a stand of pine and waited for his wife to join him there. 

the animals were all healthy, that he could see, but single eye pressed for more detail.