Lost Mountain lets forth a rolling laughter
Easy there my friend you allow yourself to be tricked by the fox.
Handing each of them quarters of the ram to be taken to the cooking fires
And yes they are both very friendly to the senses a slight smirk spreads across with face as he turns and...
Only two days, yall must not be far from home.
Looking up towards Broken Heron, Lost Mountain gestures towards the tent Miss Fang and Nkem went into I suggest knocking before you go in, pregnant women are still women after all.
Turning back to Jean-Pual Where did yall come from?
As Lost Mountain begins the process of cleaning the ram Heron so graciously provided for the evening meal, he becomes aware of the newest member of the caravan.
How long have you been traveling friend?
Yeah even when you are in the trade, you still dont get much call for tracking down pregnant women. And considering I'm married and my wife is pregnant, I've got a really good feeling I know the exact "agreement" there is between the two as to why she is standing up on her own.
lol, if you ever get the urge to take it to practical application, just let me know, I'll be happy to lend my skills to any scientific experiments that involve throwing things.
Ten years ago a young boy found himself wandering through the wilderness lost and alone, he had come from a city much like yours. On that day an Icewalker hunting party came across him in the woods starving and cold, they gave that boy the means to defend himself and taught him how to survive...
Lost Mountain turns back to Nkemdilim we a serious look in he eyes, I have no idea what we are walking into here, the second set of footprints are strange to me, something that I have not come across on any of my travels.
Relived of the return of Broken Heron, Lost Mountain is able to turn his attention to the tracks in the snow that have been bothering him for some time. Claping a hand down on the goat that drapes Herons shoulder Nice to have you back my friend.
Lost Mountain continues walking past Heron...
Lost Mountain, watched Dextren walk away towards his home. At one hundred yards the northerner drew his bow and took careful aim. His aim had been true the arrow struck home high on the right shoulder, the wound would not be debilitating, but it would pain the man for many nights, a reminder to...