Totoka River of course they were saints, but only by a hair

i do not know, he said softly, lifting his muzzle from its searching to watch blue wistfully. she is small, but hardy. it is not so difficult to believe that these things would continue her breath. of course, her life could just as well be ended by her youth, her stature. yet he did not voice this to the healer, merely continued a broad sweep of the bank.

her pain and fear were palpable, and presently the earthen delta slung sideways to press his lips against her shoulder reassuringly, seeking as much comfort in her presence as he sought to offer her with his own.

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