Bearclaw Valley from the spiritual poisons we expel at night
sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ
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What Toad was doing could hardly be called a patrol- something more like a casual stroll along the borders, purposeless and aimless. Aimless until he caught sight of the blackbird- and his path was altered slightly to meet her.

He did not know her name, but he had seen her at the meeting in the days prior- and so knew she was a friend of Merrick. Toad knew not how close a friend- these things had not been made any clearer by the distance that had loomed between them. He approached with a little chuff to make his presence known as he trotted forward, quietly paying a curious glance to her bone.
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RE: from the spiritual poisons we expel at night - by Toad - April 14, 2020, 12:51 PM