Blackbeak Bluff and i whisper "my wife,"

had it not been for her clear control, the health, the wary strength in her snowy limbs, buffalo could have pretended it was byll, appeared to fetch him and bring them both to whatever utopia she had created. but it was not; he felt brief the sting of disappointment.
iliksis advanced, oil beyond the ridge; the bloodstained madman lit with a death's-head grin and he followed. quite awed by the way the woman did not shy from the deviant reek that auoraed his black-souled compatriot, buffalo gazed at the pallid creature with open admiration, before the need to speak bubbled in his throat. 
"is this the part where one of us gives you a riddle?" the sos-touched man inquired in a tone of deep curiosity, before the siblance of laughter followed; he looked to iliksis then, preferring to defer in this moment in terms of what should be done with so brave a woman.