Barlog

She noted that Grauel and Barlog had stopped pushing snow around and were watching, poised, uncertain, but with paws near weapons.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Barlog stationed herself beside the door, beaming approval like a fussy old male.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

How close were Grauel and Barlog and their paltry aid?

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Between them, Marika, Grauel, and Barlog found a hundred reasons for delaying.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Seldom did she see Grauel or Barlog, and when she did it was by sneakery and there was no time to exchange more than a few hasty words.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Grauel went for the teas while Barlog stood in the doorway, heavy spear in one paw, sword in the other.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Marika flung herself onto the back of the huntress Barlog tripped, driving her knife with all her weight.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Grauel and Barlog made fierce noises and chased after the nomads-making sure they did not catch up.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

They squatted together and spoke about it while Grauel and Barlog dug a better shelter into the snow drifted beneath the tree.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985

Barlog continued to watch Khronen with as much intensity as he watched Marika.

Doomstalker Cook, Glen 1985