Sheepeater Cliff wendigo

likewise, the sudden bird-flutter of his nerves carried his mind to donnelaith, and lasher closed his jaws around the word, whispering it into the gloom. 'twas loud enough for the other to hear, but taltos did not care. the things he deemed precious had escaped him, and the life that swelled his chest with breaths had lessened in its treasure to the glen-wolf.

you are alone? taltos tipped his head to his wary companion, breath rising in a plume from his maw. so unwilling was the dark one to be alone that he had even found satiation for his craving in the very presence of the reddish stranger, the chocolate sunset of his pelt bespeaking the blood-moon dance of the druids in donnelaith, from which he was locked.

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