Big Salmon Lake frost on her pillow

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ethereal notes climbed into the air, and lasher's ears twitched at the sound. for a long moment, he stood rooted in the water, listening to the agonized aria of the silver wolfess whom blue willow had tended not too long ago. "finley," he murmured to himself, before dark legs carried him from the lake and around its edge until he stood to behold the redhawk woman, her head tilted back.

from where he stood, lasher could not see her tears, but the tang of salt reached his nostrils, and a worried whine purled in his throat. he did not know whether or not to approach the blackthorn, but momentarily his worry for her well-being won over his initial trepidation, and taltos picked his way carefully toward her, body deferential and plume lowered.