Whitebark Stream the black sea

what she was came fast, and his nostrils contorted with immediate disgust; up flared dark hackles and his teeth were grim. "we are lanzadoii." we! the many hunters, the attentive, blood-stained wife; the captive he had taken.

was this one of her own? he did not care. "what does a blood-drinker want so far from the sea ice?" surely if she stepped so boldly, she was able to speak in a more civilized tongue, and he strayed far from common now. why, when all the saatsine learned his words?