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"it alvays seems to have that intention," mahler commented back, emulating ephemeris with a push of his own shoulders against another tree. rivenwood, strong, growing, the newborns tucked safely within behind stone walls and steel teeth.
the gargoyle shook out his heavy ruff, following whatever path the new pinne set for them. 
"perhaps in time, you vill see our greatest scourge. a pair of chipmunks, burrowing beneath dens and into trees. not a vone of us have caught them." was he yarnweaving? it would not show in the stoic set of his profile.