Dragoncrest Cliffs this that burn, this aint no perm

the first thing sobeille did when she was certain @Tousaint was not coming back was look for his fox pelt. it was not in the gnarled tree, it was not at the rendezvous, it was not anywhere she thought to look.

foiled and frustrated, the would-be thief turned back to glintwater.

a splash along the bank announced she was not alone. among the partially thawed ice-cover was a beaver, the thing sobeille had mistakenly assumed @Ajei referred to when she spoke of otters. sobeille sighed, throwing a stick in the beaver's otter's general direction as she trudged along its cold banks.