The Sentinels What good is a field on a fine summer night

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unbeknownst to the other, lasher did still bear a modicum of attraction for his fellow leader, but it had lapsed into stagnation, fed only by the joy he felt at the uplighting of dante's features. "please," he granted, gathering himself into a stretch. "i will go and visit the willow," he said softly, reaching out to pass his muzzle briefly along dante's strong shoulder. with a fond glance into the other's eyes, he turned, heading at a slow clip into the heart of donnelaith.