Witch's Marsh prorsus

it was not the trail of the boy he found, but the flower-tinged scent of a stranger. germanicus cut his hard gaze immediately to the newcomer. lithe, willowy, pale as the underside of a goddess' hand. the eaglebound's ears tipped forward despite his military mien; he came closer at once, striding up along the edge of the sunken forest with a confident step.

for now, his numbers paused. the whitebark guard was intrigued to find that it was not a woman who stood at hand, but a cherubic princeling, dipped in an elegant gilding of creamy moonlight, cinnamonbark eyes. "hunt with me."