The Sentinels sin deep my wicked angel

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notwithstanding the transpirations between the pale gamma and the others of her age in donnelaith, lasher had thought greatly about his pack and their growing needs. still held in winter's grasp were his wolves, and while the children throve, emaleth had succumbed to a small sickness as of late. this remembrance brought a frown to taltos' lips, but his brow soon smoothed. the pack must be made strong; his little witch would be well, beneath the skilled healing of her mother.

presently, the man tipped back his crown and howled lowly for the pallid slyph. he himself stood at the edges of the territory, and when the last echoes of his cry had died down, lasher continued a slow tread along the borders, awaiting the girl's arrival.