Snowforest Taiga akushū

as always, he moved like mist—silent, slow, inevitable. from behind a crag of wind-carved stone, he emerged, casting his long shadow over the warrior like the passing of a cold front. his gaze bore downward, cool and devoid of humor.
you speak to yourself often, he murmurs, flatly, in observation. he comes to stand beside shinjou, his head turning slowly to scan the vast, beast-tainted wild.
these lands are where the gods have scattered her. he does not speak her name—won’t. the taste of it is still bitter on his tongue. i must finish what i have undone. is this what you wonder?
masa turns, feeling the lingering shadow of @Lorroakan. casting narrowed eyes on the boy. come, lorroakan. this is shinjou, sworn to my service.
now to shinjou. we go west past the mountains. i must report to the one they call moonwoman.