Shadewood moss runner

he had chosen the swimming after all.

to and fro, to and fro.

black hawk he was able to dismiss. she had not been raised properly and thus had no pride nor ability to stand against morwenna's whispering.

ridgeback, a man whose wife had left his weakness and who surely fawned over those beautiful. men were easy creatures. had not the chieftain learned this of himself?

ishmira. she had been too closely bonded to blackfell. he should have seen it, but in his pride he had not.

other shore was the only to annoy him at all. but then again, young and foolish girls saw themselves noble.

he turned in the stream, gritting his teeth as its rough current slammed against his shoulder; bracing; bracing, stretching his arm and paw slowly in the deluge as he considered his own future.

he was not ready to think of wives. perhaps not ever again. but to ensure at least two were filled with lanzadoii power in spring, before spring; it was a cold musing not without its own dire hurtful pleasantry.