13
Liadan
The confrontation happened fourteen days in, in the courtyard, before the morning meal, in front of eleven wolves who all had very good hearing and the good sense to pretend they didn't.
She had been crossing from the lore-hall to the kitchen — the route she had been taking for two weeks, past the Cloch Bán, under the oak that had been growing in the east corner of the courtyard longer than most of the surrounding territory had been settled. Soicheall was waiting at the oak. Not ambush — the young wolf was standing in plain sight with her arms crossed and the look of someone who had been thinking about this conversation for several days and had arrived at the point where not having it was more costly than having it.
Liadan stopped. She set her ink-case down on the low wall ne
