King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

ravinger began to sing, and the guard found this enjoyable if pious. it was a warmer gathering than the family had yet held, and he was glad for the peace. the wild king speaking now, of blood to be shed from a white elk. germanicus was rather anticipating the event, for sport was not easily found in kingslend.
 
sacnite's gaze, falling to him as the wolves began to move aside. germanicus knew his focus belonged to the king, and there it would remain. yet he held it a moment before turning forward again,

and then calhoun, and the soldier's attention sharpened, waned, flared with a surprise he kept buried deep and coal-red inside himself.

had she not told him only a short time ago of this man's deceit? and now she looked to the deorwine, and he spoke to her in his assured way. germanicus was unsure what to make of it, but flicked her name into a questionable spot within his mental ledger. he must know more, for perhaps she played a game of her own.

his own attention remained steadfast; he stood beside célnes and was quiet.