The Sentinels camilla's masque

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it was a tiny girl who toddled toward him on short legs; lasher's heart was immediately charmed and he lay his muzzle down and chuffed a low note to her. "hello, little one," he murmured, inching somewhat closer and extending his paw, so large beside her miniscule body, toward the child. "i am lasher." he smiled then, wonderfully distracted from the rage of the dark world outside.