Northstar Vale she broke her leg on the way down

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The goldscale woman appeared soon, a tired smile lacing her muzzle. "Hello," the shaman greeted in his characteristic cold tone. The flare of his nostrils brought him many things; as with Clarice, as with Jinx, the madman caught the scent of tiny heartbeats' formation deep in the recesses of the Vale woman's pelvis, though her demeanour had not yet changed to the guarded scent of a mother. Coupled with the almost-imperceptible tang of the new lives was mingled the very brief scent of sickness, the sort Lecter associated only with expectant females.

But he did not tell Xi'nuata these things; he flicked an ear and nodded toward the woodland at her back. "No one has passed in my absence?" the shaman inquired, ticking through a mental list of his patients. Dawa's injuries remained the worst; he would go to her first once Xi'nuata had released him. "No other sicknesses?" Lecter continued, alluding with private humour to what he had scented upon the butterscotch woman.

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