Broken Boulder Who carries a mighty sword,

she wore burn marks, firebranded beneath healing fur. he surveyed them only momentarily, turning his focus more fully to the subject of their discussion. "perhaps bones," he suggested, thinking of what beasts crawled into holes to die. "perhaps a nest," the soldier murmured again, daring to scent the entrance to the place before looking back toward his companion.

"it seemed you were about to find out, before i arrived." a level look; he backed some feet, gesturing with an encouraging lift of his crown that she should be first to sort out what treasures lay therein. in the interim he pondered why she bore such scorchings, and how she had escaped what he knew many did not.