Barrow Fields this house is covered by your bloodsport

his ears strived effortfully with the accent laden with unfamiliarity. regardless, he was able to infer what Mahler meant and answered as if he hadn't noticed the man's foreign tongue. "well, those of us able." Caiaphas was with child, Kierkegaard was feeble with age, and Ingram had an impairment following their blows with the Drageda wolves, so he would need to take it easy as to not reinjure himself. though the beta was sure his brother would scoff at the idea of missing a big hunt.  "we will have young ones to feed soon." Lycaon divulged, unsure if the newcomer had yet met the nefarious wych and beheld the unmissable bulge of her waist.
"nothing keeping us from getting a head start on the season, eh?" he proposed, stepping forward and aside in an inviting gesture. the fawns were safe yet in their mother's wombs, but the field was well-heeled with other fauna to satisfy their diminishing caches.