Whitebark Stream Whose weapon is his word,

can be a cameo!

three of them. all burned. germanicus blinked. from a distance he felt he recognized one of the darker shadows; the centurion emerged from the treeline to approach his pale leader.

whitebark stream was quiet these days, with an air of melancholy that his own work could not dispel. but germanicus was somewhat pleased to see that he had met the first caller before: the proud woman with the fire-lamp gaze. 

his eyes tipped to her companions; a silent man hued in similar coloration. and a young woman, devoid in part of her tail. she resembled a doe. he had not been close enough to hear their names; the man came to flank his leader some feet away, taking in the sight of the fitted trio with the barest hint of intrigue held in his gaze for the woman he had known once in the rock-cleft.