Blacktail Deer Plateau riboflavin-flavored, non-carbonated, polyunsaturated blood

she moved closer to him, and he again saw peregrine in the movement; he accepted her gesture silently, warmed by her nearness. she did not smell of the panther, but of outdoor things; loam; rain; wind, the stamp of an outrider firmly upon her. "perhaps i did not deserve him," he mused after a moment, voice a whisper. "after all, if i had deserved him, i should have stayed."

doubt rose to choke him, and he closed tightly his eyes, hoping somewhat selfishly that junior would not pull away from him. he was a creature unanchored; the essence of lasher was one of attachment, and without peregrine, the man was quite lost.

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