Felltree Marsh red duck

star eater returned to the river. gjalla and blackfell attended there also. in any other time, the lanzadoii man might have been grateful for their guarding of her. now, he did not know.

veksar had gone.

the chieftain's suspicions took on a glittering insanity, one he kept to himself. he needed a woman, sun eater decided, needed some faceless pleasure that would clear his mind and sharpen him again. but what man was he if he could not control himself without?

he roamed, not hunting, only long-striding for the sake of testing his muscles against the deep snow. there was anger in him, and beneath that there existed fear.