Sheepeater Cliff i knew but i forgot

lol

junior was given a slow blink, mild fear dawning briefly in his eyes. yet it was not fear of the unknown, but rather how to phrase such things to the little osprey, in such a way that she did not immediately run to peregrine with a butchered version that would insinuate the delta's guilt in the ruination of her mental innocence. you will not like what i have to say, dear junior, but that is a question better suited for your father.

having no knowledge of junior's wisdom when it came to carnal activity and reproduction, lasher wanted lastly to confuse her with alternate versions of such sport; if she had not yet received the quintessential lesson from her father or her aunt, how could he find himself worthy of informing her? a rueful expression floated into existence upon his face. this is a branch of a talk that is not mine to give you.