He sat cross-legged on the floor with the pup in his lap, thinking. She
knew that look. Something (more than the ordinary) was troubling him.
After a short silence she asked simply.
'What's wrong?'
'Skither should have been back by now. The weather is growing too
cold, and still he doesn't come.' Sylviana said nothing. He
looked at her. 'I know. I feel it too. This place is too small for
so many to live. If he doesn't return soon I will try to find us
another place.' She hesitated. 'What about the lower cave?'
'Perhaps. But not yet.' He set down the wolf pup and drew his legs
together with his arms, sat gnawing at his knees and looking worried.
The girl moved behind him and began to massage his neck and shoulders.
He reached up a hand as if make her stop, but instead took her by the
wrist and turned to face her. His deep blue eyes studied her with an
unreadable expression. Dropping to one knee in the way now familiar,
she stroked his open forearm tentatively.
'Are you angry with me?'
'No.' He shook his head, kissed the back of her hand. He drew
back into his former attitude and remained silent for a time,
occasionally rocking himself and staring at the floor. Finally, as with
great effort, he said the words.
'I'm confused.'
'About what?'
'The Mantis.
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