Stone Circle brother i go to my lair to die

he sensed her exhaustion, but was not ready to halt his questioning. "what tongue is this that thou doth speak?" he inquired, though he was rather amused by the idea that he possessed a zafra, the word which he took to mean slave. "from whom wert thou taken? thy masters before the wolves of maplewood." he was not a talkative beast -- 'twas the end of his questioning -- and he glanced away from her to watch the night falling into deeper shadows roundabout their den.

the cat rather wondered if regipre would press her small frame into the stone wall opposite his own, or lie against him. in the weeks past, shardul would have thrust the young coyote aside in disgust, forbidding her the touch of his body, but she had come to inspire some small emotion akin to protection within him, and so he would allow it this eve, if not only for the creeping tendrils of winter cold.