Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

lasher returned the gentle laugh. "still a plateau, i fear," he rejoined with mock chagrin. yet presently his mind returned to the task at hand, that of informing luke that his pack was due to move, and a small bit of regret tempered his expression. "we have decided that there are a great many negative memories clouding the plateau, dante and i, and so we have decided to relocate those who would follow due south, along the coast."

murkwater eyes found those of his paramour as he spoke -- he knew that luke would grasp quickly the gravity of the revelation, but twice now had their meetings been tainted with unhappiness.