Witch's Marsh prorsus

ico was the sort who was quietly observant. germanicus admired this privately as he tuned into his companion's alert and followed the line of his stare toward the doe. he made mental note of her; a mother to a fawn, perhaps the second wife to the proud buck that surely was not far off.

"i am counting them," he murmured. "they came from whitebark land, and i wanted to see where they are going." but his belly had begun to ache for a meal, or perhaps clenched with bundled nerves at the nearness of the boy. "i came from a similar place," germanicus said, beginning to steer their route opposite of the herd where easier prey might be found. "that is why i find whitebark suitable. it is a rest."