Thunder Dome well the raven is a wicked bird

the other moved closer; mahler allowed the inspection of his scent, stiff-legged but affable in his own cool way. he too drank in the fragrances laced through the stranger's pelt. this was no loner; he traveled with at least one another, and therefore mahler did not see fit to recruit him for the world he and stigmata had envisioned.
nevertheless, it was neutral ground, and it would not benefit the shadow to make enemies. "you are not alone," he observed dryly, appreciating the hale look of the man.