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lasher was aware of the other's appraisal, and did not turn from it; his gaze alighted on the coywolf, inviting and somehow flattered beneath the sweep of the delicate creature's alluring scrutiny. it was as if for that moment he was able to forget the disappearance of his mate and the famine that stretched the land thin and brown in all directions; he had remembered himself, lasher might well have arched himself into a preen beneath the gentle gaze.

the man gave instructions for the removal of the sea-flesh; taltos' brow furrowed as he watched the slim muzzle dip down into the saltwater of the little pool, the jaws parting to encase a hapless oyster. but the other man did not crack it, as he had spoken upon -- he passed the live animal to the druid, who stared at it rather stupidly for a moment before shaking himself from his reverie and blinking with a bit of sheepishness. lasher swept the thing toward him and began to nip along its edge, searching for the place to best set his teeth.