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while the wraith looked the part of murder-machine come down to give evien his reckoning, her onslaught ceased the moment he dropped his bundle and stepped back.

scuttling backwards back into the mouth of the den, astara glared at him from the shade, the glint of her hard melonii gaze unforgiving. she followed his gesture to the token of herbs strewn across the ground, and only lifted her lips as a show of teeth in response.