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lasher had not returned unto the strand since his dubious visit with the accented wolf there. while he was relieved that the priestess retained her grasp upon this mortal coil, lasher wondered why she had rebuffed his offer of a home. yet he knew -- she would not leave her beach, and if this meant that she accepted upon it the tread of other wolves, so be it.

the druid ranged along the cold sands, searching for the skittering crabs and clams he had grown fond of these last weeks in donnelaith. blue willow was quite ready to be delivered of their children -- keeping such choice morsels close would ensure rich milk for the pups.

happily stricken with the spirit of impending yule, taltos had tangled a holly twig with two berries in the fur along his left shoulder -- he found it amusing, rather than dashing, and would redecorate himself once the leaves crumpled away.

the priestess was near -- lasher watched her searching step, noted the kelp at her paws, from some thirty paces away, and then approached, heart light and joyous at her presence. "so you are queen again," he made mention when he had drawn near to the dark-faced seamaid, and his eyes sought her own.