The Sentinels The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

"It would be my absolute pleasure, madam Deirdre," he bore himself elegantly then bowed. She was young, but like him, her spirit seemed much, much older. The formal wolf said nothing else, wagging his tail as ducked his head and tiptoed forward, slipping softly into the waiting pelts of his new companions, bathing himself in their scents. His pledge with Donnelaith sealed.

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