Deepwood Weald I had a dream that we flew on golden wings

her legs carried her with renewed strength.

she would find a husband for her deer-child. and already she felt the stirrings of warmth in herself.

but she waited for sakhmet, believing that their time would arrive together.

there was a familiar hunting figure ahead. her lips curved with a smile. "it is good to see your face, sandulf, brother of rodyn."