Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

gonna fade this here.. <3

lasher found he was surprised that dante subscribed to the gods, but he was less so by the silver-eyed man's choice. having been raised in donnelaith, among those fickle small savages who lifted their voices in cries to the moon, he had come by an expanse of knowledge.

therefore, he knew of whom dante spoke, and gave an approving nod to his comrade. "they are fitting choices," he mused aloud, gaze falling at length to the carcass of the deer they had killed.

deciding he would like to spend the remainder of the hour in discussion with dante, lasher suggested that they cache the animal, and perhaps search for a den. when his companion had presumably agreed, they set off, hauling the kill behind themselves in the warmth of the day.