Hushed Willows he don’t drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie

yikers sorry for not getting to this sooner

cortez still wasn't the greatest at promptly heeding calls at the border. often enough, sunny would get there well before he did, and the shakti would only need to glance briefly over the scene before slipping away again, going unnoticed by the visitors. this time, however, he arrived to find not sunny conversing with someone, but—

atwood, who's this? cortez asked, businesslike but smiling as he padded up to his nephew. the boy was quiet and well-mannered; he doubted he had caused any kind of trouble. he turned his gaze toward the pair, polar opposites. . .a burly pale male and a dark young woman. how can we help you?

they smelled like some of the wolves had from the fertility festival, strongly redolent of the sea. were they from the same pack that the skull-faced man hailed from? no, surely not—their scents were slightly but clearly different.