Barrow Fields wayward

Would love to time-skip!

It seemed unlikely that they would cross paths again, so his name climbed into one ear and bounced out of the other – it wasn’t important for the hunt. Aureli was a tightly buttoned man, but had his feelings leaked into his expression, Disa would not have picked up on it. She was not a master of subtleties. Not even an apprentice.

She nodded assent to his request, assuming his friend was some kind of bird - they were flighty, literally and often figuratively - and steered them towards food at a brisk trot.

The hunt went off without a hitch. Instinct took over, and ancient hands played yet another game of wolves versus prey. A buck lost its life, and the wolves filled their bellies.

When a bird did not appear, Disa raised her bloody face from her half of the liver and asked, "Is your friend real?" No teasing, no joke - just a question.