Blacktail Deer Plateau his truth becomes written

"yes."

"my son, saleem, was hunting. he says the figure smelled like blood. he attacked. he was bitten. wolf-teeth," tamar added with a touch of quiet exhaustion.

her attention was respectful upon rusalka and solveig, though her frame almost weakened with relief to hear their acceptance. "my co-leaders and i do not expect to share your rank," the morphe assured the pair.

"we will join you as soon as you are ready and we can travel," came her next venture, tailtip stirring with pleasure.