Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

sorry for the wait!

no, lasher answered, rather enjoying the way that the surplus of energy poured from dante, lighting his eyes so that the joyous spirit of the beast shone through plainly. on a whim, he wondered what dante would think of an outright suggestion to join himself in the shadows of the forest. the other had seemed accepting of many things, eloquent, amiable — but of course these aspects did not mean that the silver male would accept such.

i suppose i am intending to seize the last fine hunting before the winter comes and drives the prey upward, into the foothills and mountains. in the flatlands, they will not stay — there will be no shelter for them in the snowy months. at length he gave a dismissive gesture with raised forepaw. of course you know these things, dante, taltos added with a quirk of humour. come; how have you been?