Sleepy Fox Hollow einigung

River hung on Mahler's every word and mimicked each of his motions. She turned her nose down upon the earth as he pointed; her silverhawk eyes searching the scrambled prints along the ridge's brow. There had been a scuffle here. It brought to mind the telltale mountain echoes of horns clacking together during the annual rut.

Her mentor confirmed her suspicions in his next breath, and River couldn't help the smugly satisfied smirk that passed across her muzzle. The expression was tempered by a bittersweet memory of Marrow -- one such boy, as alluded by the stoneguard -- and the way he had blindly followed her like a lost pup during her season.

I almost feel bad using that against them. Almost. There was mischief in her eyes as she forged the way forward now, more eager and more sure than before. Her ears stayed alert for the sound of clashing. Is it cruel to go after the virgins, you think? Or is it a mercy?