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Yes, that's right. I look after the deer and the wolves. Both can easily starve in the winter. Both need tending and leading to food and running water. I have three main Wolf-friends, but it is Storme who keeps company with me most often.
(Aye, thons richt. A leuk efter the deer an the wulfs. Baith can easily starve i the winter. Baith neit tendin tae an leadin tae food an rinnin water. I hae three main Wulf-friends, but it's Storme thon keeps me company maist often.)
Accounts by Yllfa and others of the women, and the few Men, in Frith Halle, as they build friendships to weather the coming storms, and heal from their respective pasts.
With a curved bow in his hand, he marched through the barren wasteland underneath the mask of darkness the land has given him. Soon, he shifted from being out in the open towards the cover of trees and rocks to hide him from sight. He waited, and his instincts were correct for soon, he had heard voices. Voices he recognized – one was croaky and crisp with age and weariness, whilst the other was simply aggressive and showing strength through even his voice.
It was a cruel night – dark and cold, empty of emotion yet corrupted, and it stabbed Nenusidh’s warm heart like a knife. The land was giving the ranger a message – a rather bitter message at that, that there cannot be mercy. The moon was neither bold nor strong enough to best the cruel skies, and the stars were too few and much covered. The land was covered in darkness, yet despite so, there was a fragment of light within the ranger.