Blacktail Deer Plateau now the vale of those who mourn

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he nodded, and at her own reflective offer, he smiled. i am set in my decision, dear willow, he said softly, his own steps closing the length of space that separated the two of them. at last he stood before her, and his muzzle brushed her eartip, as it had done so many times before, but there was a necessity to it now, and a desire to the gesture that had not been there before.

lasher began slowly, with a gentle press of his lips against the side of her cheek, her throat, the join of shoulder to neck and the soft hollow therein. several times he drew back to gauge her reaction through her expression, brushing his pelt against her own before lowering his muzzle once more to continue his gentle ministrations.