Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

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Kitsch was not necessarily keen on joining another pack. Somewhere in the back of her exhausted mind, the action felt as if it represented a surrendering of everything she wanted and longed for.  Had she already given up hope of finding her mother and father and returning to the cushy aristocracy that had treated her so kindly? However, her mother and her father were a long way behind her. They probably wouldn’t even want her now; all dirty and defiled, unequipped for a life of hardships and tribulations. 

Quite selfishly, the girl had wished that the trio would remain just that — a threesome — until the end of time. Though she did not necessarily enjoy his company, the kitten had become used to Libeccio’s presence. He was West’s brother, after all, and his guardianship must be tolerated [if not somewhat appreciated].  Under normal circumstances, Kitsch liked to think of herself of a social creature — but now she appreciated the smallness of their troupe and only sought to join this new pack at West’s behest.  Well, whatever West wanted, she would do. So Kitsch gave the quartet a small nod of acknowledgment, knowing very well that this wasn't her place to speak.

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