The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

he chuckled, listening to the delighted cadence of the other's words. it buoyed his own spirits, since dampened by all that had transpired at the plateau. "i can," he responded to the other's jest, gaze falling to the ground momentarily to see if he could gift himself with a surreptitious glance of luke's blue paws. but he did not, and presently he returned his attentions to the great elk, who stumbled a step before regaining his balance.

"he is growing weaker. i wonder at his age. and who will lead his flock now." perhaps a brother, or a son, though taltos was not so foolish as to assume that elk followed the same hierarchy as wolves, but it was diverting to suppose all the same.