Arrow Lake and he floats outside my prison window

stigmata redoubled his efforts in the black oxen's absence, and had less than a quarter more to dig when he heard thorn's trudging return. the wolf retreated from his wide, shallow pit, and looked over the spent hellion; tongue dropping farther with each pant. "find a place at the river to break the ice. get yourself something to drink," the warhound instructed, motioning towards the frozen sheen of the nearby creek.

he set upon thorn's freshly retrieved limb in the meantime and slid down onto his belly to begin to work the moose leg into smaller chunks that would be easier to bury in the hole already made.

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