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the moment of their blow went unfulfilled, and lasher visibly relaxed. it seemed he would be tolerated, if not trusted, and if the saltmaiden ruled these shores, he knew her to be of sound body and unscathed. "thank you," he said with genuine feeling to the thickly-accented man. "i care -- she is one of my dearest companions," the druid explained gently.

if the saltwinter wolf was shrewd -- and he had proven himself to be such -- he would see the momentary glimmer in the murkwater eyes, the seeming flush beneath the dark fur of lasher's cheeks. dearest indeed.

presently he was turned aside -- having gleaned the information he sought, the man was happy to leave, if grudging in regards to not having seen the priestess.