“That is Lauma, the circle of growth." Pryderin shook his head and sat up. “The violence of the result means that there is only one entity that could have fathered you."
“Are you going to elaborate?" Siana leaned forward, mirroring Pryderin's posture. “I'd like to know who he is."
“The Lord of the Hunt is your parent." Pryderin said, and as the words left his mouth there was a scratching sound that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. “He is requesting permission to enter; would you like to know him?"
Siana fought the urge to cower and straightened her back. “Ok, sure, if he's here I could say hello at least."
A man walked through the door. He was of middling height and his features were foxlike almost, pointed, and intelligent as they scanned the room. But the thing that Siana
