Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

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his breath was ragged. he registered ameline inviting the man into their home and wanted to frown, but the information he'd provided became more and more invaluable as the seconds passed.
her eyes. he blinked at the bearlike wolf and swallowed hard, boyish and young in that moment.
as if a circle had come full.
merrick was my father too.
the indigo gaze waxed, waned, shifted; the melonii indigo which he had thought was shared only with avicus shimmered.
the dude was torn up, but not so injured that he could not answer the bewitching fragrance in the air. ancelin stepped forward. "stay a while, like ameline said. rest. i want to know more."
humour filled his countenance once more; "i want to know in a bit, i mean." the curiosity scorched in his eyes as he looked over this glaukos, an uncle who was not an uncle, a piece of the chapter-book studded with holes that had been ancelin's birthright.
and then he turned his attention to ameline, and lifted an eyebrow. "pick a spot to rest," he said for the man's ears, but toward her. "we'll hunt and be back."
he could be fast, sweeping a lecherous tongue over his lips as he stepped toward his mate.
but the stare that flickered once more to glaukos said i want to know everything.