Whitebark Stream red sun rises

he found her. and she didn't run.

veksar blinked. do you think saatsine has found me? i didn't come here on purpose.

and it was true, he hadn't. six months straight of picking a direction and following. six months of unmapped and unknowable terrain, little food, hostile packs, and more than enough other animals trying to survive just as much as he was. six months of escape. freedom. tranquility.

he wasn't sure whether saatsine could offer the same.

you seem like a smart woman, veksar nodded his chin. his dark eyes watched intently. what do you know about my family?