Heron Lake Plateau and when you wanted me, i came to you

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the days were getting colder. already caiaphas could feel the shiver that ran through the boughs at night, and the change in the westering wind. summer's meridian had at once been its' end -- no sooner had it bloomed its petals had been fraught with ruin.

another season come and gone, and caiaphas powerless to stop it.

svalinn and raleska were growing; they reared up like shoots of fresh sage in the spring - rapid, rapacious. they grew into lean coltish limbs and long muzzles -- in svalinn she was daily reminded of lycaon, and in raleska, tormented by the noble set of her muzzle that so dearly favored her father.

yet life soldiered ever on - as uncomprehending as the change of seasons, and the roar of the tide.

she supposed soon snow would flank the plateau; the den they had selected now was in an airy, open glen, not at all favorable against the cold bite of winter wind. in truth there were not many natural fortresses mounted on the flatheaded plains, but caiaphas was determined to find something better than what they had now, and moved among the tall grass with her hungry eyes searching.