The mornings were growing colder by the day. It looked grey and even the wolves were really starting to feel the winter which usually was not a problem, but this winter felt particularly harsh in it's approach. The weather did not allow for fires to burn long. Varek had been up before the light, moving around the main room quietly, though his movements were hurried. He had already eaten, already strapped his knife to his belt and was running through in his head what excuse he needed to say to Gaelan and the other warriors. He was ready. He just needed to leave.
Soraya came out of the bedchamber before he could reach the door. She had her hair loose and her shawl pulled around her shoulders. She gave him a scornful look, eying him up and down. She saw the knife sheathed on his belt.
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