Witch's Marsh prorsus

For a man of so few words, Germanicus was perhaps inadvertently expressive in the picture he painted. For Ico could imagine it well; grey wolves stationary upon valleytops, calmly talkative in a circle of counsel, barking orders as a menace approached. Ico wanted to survey all such things, and weave it into a story.

I happen to like councils and meetings... he confessed with a hint of coquettish light-hardheartedness, but then he caught the same scent Germanicus did — rabbit. No... hare. Ico felt a different kind of nervousness now, convinced that in the inevitable hunt ahead he would display nothing short of incompetence.