Ankyra Sound And I'm not wearing trainers

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when the yearling moved across the expanse, so did mahler tense to follow. he settled not far from the young leader, lapping heat across his own skin, broad head only lifting with a low glance to note that wylla had fallen asleep. feeling somehow uncomfortable within the silent intimacy of the witch's grotto, mahler nevertheless soon felt himself succumbing to the heaviness of his limbs, and found slumber soon thereafter.