Honeyed Pasture ◊

he was muradoii, yes? yes! oh; he was terrible to look at, and elk charm felt her gorge rise in fear.
the words were nothing she had heard before, and logic might have had its voice a moment ago; that sound was nothing like any caribou hunter tongue or pidgin elk charm had ever heard before.
but the girl had been reared upon tales of monsters, and as the man persisted, calling out, terror struck conscious thought. 
she flung a look over her shoulder, dark blue stretched wide with fear, before speed churned her limbs into a blur.
logic, too, might have pointed out that the sea was not close.
muradoii could not live so far from the salt.