Herbalists' Cache white flag

forehead furrowed. "why? before, you so full for her," and there it was, a first and rare jest tossed to someone outside those yet trusted. but truly; the single eye pressed. he had been busied with captives and then a hunt-meet. a pursuit! the creation of star eater's snow shelter.

"stay away," he said conversationally, waving an idle paw toward the shelter, and he gave more distance between they and the standing-place, leading blackfell. "caribou spirits not welcome men now. not even me!"

perhaps it was anticipation of this separated time which made sun eater more — sensitive to the plight of another man put out. rangy stride matched that of blackbird, and he was silent, listening.