Sunset Valley swison

the sooner that this was over, the better. the sisters were whispering about the animals. mireille did not join their conversation this time. she swept her bright green eyes over the thundering groups and watched the leggy man wend his way between them. 
nyra's appearance snapped her attention back. fear and reverence pooled in the crimson pup's belly. she inched closer to druid, desperately thankful for heda's ability to speak to complete strangers.
mireille was silent and watchful. she counted the scars cut into the white pelt and marvelled. would sobo know how to heal such wounds? she thought that he might.
thinking of the sea swept her with homesickness.