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the heat-coloured gaze of the wolf burned lasher from within, pooling in his belly, but he ignored the sensation in favour of the lesson the other laid forth. taltos watched quietly as the other moved gracefully with the tip of his teeth and separated yet another set of shells. more confident in his own abilities now, lasher nodded, drew another clam from the brine, and set about his own crackings.

he was successful this time, and licked the salt-sweet meat from its moorings with a triumphant grin to his slim counterpart. "thank you for the teaching," lasher murmured, attempting valiantly to stifle the sudden harsh clamouring of his stomach for another morsel.