Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

he rumbled a low sound of pleasure at the gentle clutch of luke's teeth -- it reminded him of how long it had been since their bodies clashed against one another in a zest of passion. however, he stilled himself for the present. "ah, donnelaith. it is the heart of a great forest, its trees far larger than the ones normally seen. there is a small but fast-running creek, and some giant logs upon the floor of the wood provide shelter and protection from the elements. we are close to the coastline, but not so near that we shall suffer for lack of warmth when the storms rise."