Witch's Marsh prorsus

he did not know this ursus, but the name was logged for any need he might have in the future. "i am from the stream of whitebark," germanicus rejoined formally. "there i am a guard. here i am a hunter," he revealed. there was an innocence to his companion that he did not understand; it was not feminine, but it was not the mien of the hardened men with whom germanicus had kept company all his life.

something different, then. "may i ask your name?" the eaglebound inquired after a beat of time, keeping senses tuned to the air while his half-sun gaze traveled back, compelled, to the snow-clothed boy.