Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

He clucked his tongue in some mockery of sympathy, but having no children himself, nor having seen any remorse at such a loss from his mother, he simply accepted such a statement as a fact of life. But a whole litter was indeed strange, he had to admit. You're too young. At least, I think you are, He says, revealing little of the context of his thoughts as he went through his internal encyclopedia. Did you eat well when you were carrying them? The winter was bad I hear, He was barely old enough to remember it, but his mother had told him, along with the many other lessons she gave him. He simply shrugged in the end. Sometimes they just die,