Lost Creek Hollow galleta

silvertongue led @Swordfish toward a cache far enough from the borders she would not have to see the roman nor contend with any other wandering men. sparrows, hares, voles inside; she allowed the scarred boy his pick while she sat down nearby, plume furling gracefully around her paws. "where did you find that one, ay, chamaco?" silvertongue groused, delicate nostrils flaring in indignation not meant for shardik.