an eternity and yet no time separated them.
cen wished to crush her. he wished to taste her thoughts, and was bruised at his own contemplation. the sunburst scar she had torn in another life pulsed hot and softly pink upon his shoulder.
where she stepped so did he follow, until noiseless tread trailed betraying woman through winterscar land, until he at last straightened to stand stark against the expanse of white.
caribou panted; lowed;
cen wondered if once more this all would be blows, and flashed fangs as longstep carried him in her direction.
kaedra had not come back, and cen thought in verve that surely these two had spoken.
