Duck Lake The sound won't carry

she held a lump in her throat now.

horrified of beautiful women. what was new? she had felt this nearly every time she had gazed upon one and now it came with a smacking force upon her chest.

a dark blue tongue swept out with nerves rattled.

what had been asked?

she had missed it in all of her mental fumbling over the woman. yet bjarna had mapped every conversation before in usually the same pattern.

a name, followed by a place. this was the way of those who could not talk well.

kvarsheim. she uttered weakly.

nervously her head turned to gesture with a stout muzzle back towards where she had come from. even if the glade stood between them and her home now.