Totoka River we're out of soy milk

donnelaith called his name, and lasher heeded, departing the plateau with the intention of catching a fat fish for blue willow's meal. he had ceased in his attempts to persuade her home -- dante knew the reason for her refusal, and now the pack knew she waited for them to arrive. he had gazed upon the whelping den with warm budding in his heart, and now the feeling of goodwill arrived again with a deeper intensity.

the river lulled his thirst into his throat, and he followed it for a series of steps before he paused to drink and to remain there until he caught his intended prey. the small grey wolfess he noticed, but she went unaddressed as the druid crouched over the waters, tense with the coiled anticipation of the strike.