Blacktail Deer Plateau witchcraft's wine

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you are ageless, and i shall hear no more of your being old, lasher joked, planting a kiss in the center of her forehead. and if peregrine wishes to act the hind end of a donkey, then let him. he is welcome here, within reason, and this he knows. let him make the decision, and the trek. you have done enough.

with how fox felt about their own children, and their status as 'bastards' in her mind — he somehow doubted that peregrine's affection for blue willow and taltos had changed her opinion on that front — the beta did not know if they would even intermingle. nevertheless, he would make the effort.

a rendezvous site? what would that entail? he asked, not knowing the specifics, though the panther's first brood had been kept so.