They slipped in among the trees like they had always been there, lingering over a patch of scents or a choice cache; but moving on again with a flickering attention.
There were more sea-brine scents than before. Had @Nox grown the crew? Having been distracted over the ending of winter, Farren was out of the loop.
More bodies meant more work. A roll of the eyes carried in to a smirk, unfurling as they rounded a copse of deadwood.
There were more sea-brine scents than before. Had @Nox grown the crew? Having been distracted over the ending of winter, Farren was out of the loop.
More bodies meant more work. A roll of the eyes carried in to a smirk, unfurling as they rounded a copse of deadwood.
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