Foggy Bottom Way Drain all the blood and give the kids a show

zoug did not follow her.

in many ways, candle was not the same as he. she thought of things he did not, could not. had not. she considered situations with an abstraction that zoug did not comprehend. he saw it now, and always, a faraway look that he knew as thinking.

thought.

but not for the hunt or the desert. it was specific to candle, this look.

zoug let out his breath in something ending with a grunt, wanting his mate to be careful on the stone.