King Elk Forest a brief reprieve

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the woman did not move to flee eshamun, which the tophet-dweller took as a good sign. she sat down not far from the pearl, wrapping her ruddy plume tightly around her cold forepaws. "you seem ready for the winter," eshamun observed in her thickly accented tones, smiling warmly at the stranger. "i am eshamun of the malkaria. have you a packland near to us?" the ekar-aji asked curiously, wondering at her neighbors and also if any threat was posed to her pack and the new children.[/tr][/td][/table]