Golden Glade mourn the wicked

for now? what did such an utterance mean?

as a creature of survival she is loathe to allow him full view of her back — one long ear turned to him at all times. 

silence settles around them as they move close to camp. atoztli is not so naive as to bring him to the hearth of their civilization. 

just outside of their boundaries her thin voice rises over the shuddering pines, calling for mictec to come collect her transient follower.