Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

she accepted his offer with a dip of her own muzzle. he accepted her verdict with good faith, for which she was glad, and there came a kind of relief with those words. still, he was quick to offer some way in which she may help them, and her gaze narrowed a fraction at the news. she knew the burn of betrayal, the hurt and rage of it, and again did she dip her muzzle a fraction. "if I find her, I'll bring her to your borders." something rolled in her stomach, something unrelated to their conversation. "does she have a name?" her stomach calmed, but there was an offness about it. she offered no outward reaction to this, but merely kept her gave evenly on the boy.