Sea Lion Shores his pulse never got above eighty-five

He did not answer Sitri right away, instead opting to drag the fawn to the shoreline. There, he left it, and rinsed his mouth with saltwater before regarding the brute. He was foolish enough to leave, the shaman answered, giving Sitri a dark grin.

A low woof demanded that the pair rally to him, and he began to scent mark along the bodies and the edges of the sand, spraying the fragrance of Silvertip Mountain over the earth where the Wheeling Gull wolves would emerge onto the mainland.

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