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Donnelaith. It was a not a place Shar-Kali knew, but then, the land beyond the frost was largely unknown to her as a whole. She was irked by the soft, summer wolves and their verdant land of plenty. In her day, the North scratched winter-hardened machines from the earth the likes of which this country beneath her paws had never seen.

Shar-Kali listened as Lasher had done, nodding in all the appropriate places. The deeper the reached, the more obvious it became that this was a wolf of her grandfather's ilk - though tempered, it seemed. She wondered if he consumed any herbs, or prayed to crossed sticks. The very thought of such vile silliness was enough to put her off the mere thought of lunch.

She was rather more interested in what he had to say about Dante, Blue Willow, and this Peregrine. Unlike her daughter, Shar-Kali was unperturbed by the idea of two male wolves engaging in sexual play. No harm could come of it, though she thought it rather pointless. "Handsome?" she chided gently, allowing her slim shoulder to bump against his. "Does your Blue Willow know you think so?" If she was a syrupy sweet as Taltos claimed, then in all likelihood she was just as simple.