Blackwater Islands tragedy thrills me

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His approval of her was mutual. He was a nice boy, a good boy. He was not above digging in the sand with her; she guessed that many of the Sisters would not have sought the simple joy and satisfaction that came of digging a nice, deep hole in the sand. Sometimes Salish got the impression that many of the Nereiders were slightly uptight, and while she could have been wrong about that, she nevertheless appreciated Gabe's reciprocated playfulness. Several moments passed, both wolves digging furiously, her front half sinking lower and lower until a deep crevice had been created and she was surrounded by walls of sand. Then, the snowy wolf began to fill the spaces around her.

The final product was Salish buried up to her neck. I look foxy, mmm? she jested, batting her eyelashes. Her voice dropped when she next spoke Now unearth me, consort. Or I'll kick your ass. This was followed by a fit of giggles as she found joy in her own stupid jokes.

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