Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

he nodded, lengthening his stride in the direction finley had indicated. yes, he agreed. osprey junior and i hunted on the cliffs a while back, and brought down a kid. i am sure the young there have grown since then, however. the prospect was delightfully challenging, and he was eager to start their hunt.

he hung back somewhat, allowing the girl to lead him to the place her heart desired, but drew alongside her as they neared the area. nares flared, and his tongue swept his lips, gentle gaze sweeping the land keenly for a glimpse of the goats.