Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

as with sequoia, such was over quickly. mahler found himself panting as the steaming hide of the beast lay before them, warmblood though its life had left. and there was pride in him, to be aged and yet have not yet missed his snap. the day that it happened would be the last he could in good conscience seek to remain the head of rivenwood.
"good hunting, kigipigak," the graf said softly, before he fell to the tearing bites.
enough to fill his belly, and enough to fill several caches. they would eat before he called the pack.
mahler did not ward the palefurred man away from his shoulder.