The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

he hummed beneath his breath, wondering also how long the elk had lived. a decade, at least, if not more -- perhaps he had been born an anomaly of longevity, and as such would die the same. "not at all," lasher murmured, falling into step with the pale wolf. he was pleased to have the company, and especially from an interesting individual.

"i could not help but notice you are possessed of an uncommon color," the earthen beta murmured, keeping pace with the other. he did not speak again, enjoying the quietude of the warm day. his eyes he kept trained upon the elk, who continued his slow plod upon the earth and took no notice of the wolves.