Oh, what's this?

Is this my heart? and is it thumping?

Oh, my heart, oh, there you are! I'll stop hunting.

I love S's dainty little hand reflected in the door window.

it was the way i saw wolves tracks

"it was not the hunting that led me there - it was the ice in my fur and the wind from the western mansion and the mist from the eastern lodge. it was the night's long lying."