Nexcello

It was the dusky part of the night that was summer this far north. A shadowy figure appeared at the edge of the forest. It had been nearly six months since the nomadic stray had appeared here at the edge of the Marsok village. His sharp blue eyes were keen and his ears strained to listen for the sounds of village life. It was a summer night in the north, and still very light, but it was quiet. He wondered if Meela was still there, and he wondered if she still cared. Their parting words had been harsh and heated, but half a year was a long time. Long enough for humans to breed her. The dark thought made his hackles raise and Roamer lowered hi