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try as he might, lasher did not succeed; his eyes watched the foxy little fellow as he dipped his own slim muzzle into the waters and opened the shell with what seemed no effort at all. defeated, and with hunger clawing at him, lasher nevertheless affected an air of unaffectation and grinned widely at the other man. "will you humour an old fool and show me how it is done?" he murmured self-deprecatingly.

with this, surely the wolves of donnelaith would survive, even if it meant many trips to the oceanfront for the delicate morsels of meat. and he was not above repaying the debt of teaching, for the múinteoir was a veritable glut of colour and desire to his eyes. slowly he drew closer, settling himself down to learn, and passing his tongue slowly along his lips as he looked down into the pool and waited for the other to respond.