Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

the servant wondered if dante had an eye for any particular woman in the pack, mated or otherwise. he did not seem the sort to lust without the formal confines of a luxurious, lengthy courtship. however, it was quite possible the gentle soul had been undergoing such a thing unbeknownst to the pack. a tender thought indeed.

i do prefer autumn to the winter, taltos mused aloud. it was the beauty, the quiet fall of sunset-hued leaves, the wind that rose to nip one's bones but did not lash them with the frigid fire of the blizzards he remembered all too well. we will fare easily, he decided, tipping a playfully challenging glance at his handsome peer.