Witch's Marsh prorsus

"you would have enjoyed the conversation, i think," germanicus responded, considering how carefully the forest sprite had thus chosen his words. another swift expression that did not linger long enough to be called a smile, and the eaglebound put his muzzle to the earth. in time the hushed gold of his eyes alit upon a still figure with tall, quivering ears.

a pointed look that bid ico remain as he was; again, germanicus had only wanted companionship till this moment, and his honed body moved in spurts of speed upon the terrain until he let himself be unreined, and swept down upon the hapless thing before the hare could scream.

two snaps and it was over. the guard nosed the warm soft body and then looked toward the pallid seraph, a single lash of his tail sighted in invitation.