Barrow Fields my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly

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Not surprisingly, the injured male didn’t react well to being happened upon and pursued by another vagrant wolf, no matter how diminutive her form might be in the near-constant rain. He flashed his teeth and unleashed a snarl, and Eleuthera furled back, as if she had happened upon an adder which threatened to strike — and she had. The lilac woman knew she must tread carefully.

“I can help you," she beseeched him, a sodden damsel in the deluge. She no longer approached him, rather she shied away from him, but her heart of hearts called out to this injured and lost creature. This man, so afraid. Eleuthera would leave no wolf alone and afraid, not while the bones of her mothers lay in the ethereal lands, just over yonder.