Phantom Hollow her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film

Venamis comes first, the little inkblot, roused by her call. She smiles as he seizes the antler, only to frown once more as Zannah emerges with a jealous cry. That's mine! The crone rises a little unsteadily to her paws, swaying slightly, fixing eyes of indigo fire on the two squabbling pups.

You can take turns, Megara says firmly, nodding at the antler. Or play nicely together. Venamis arrived first, Zan; it is only fair that he gets to play with the antler first. Pups didn't really take all that well to logic, but Megara figures it is worth a shot. At any rate, she is happy to see that Damien's children appear healthy, if not altogether happy-go-lucky.