Blacktail Deer Plateau XXXI

you're good!

 

Avicus follows doggedly, trailing Augur until they approach the border, upon when she surges past her huntmaster and sets her paws just shy of the mark between claimed and unclaimed land.

she's lifting her muzzle to howl when her peripheral vision catches movement ahead, and she shifts her shoulders, staring at the rugged man with a jaundiced eye.

ingram. basilica.

then: you have come for the girl?

confusion ripples plainly, for just an instant, over her careful countenance. for starters, Nyra is no girl but a grown woman; are they speaking of the same wolf? and second, the man has coughed up her presence here without hesitation.

they're not hiding her. they're not ready to fight.

big whihe woman, Avicus confirms, though there's a halting query painting her words. kill one of our wolvehh'—an' not for de firhh' 'hime. we come for revenge.