Blacktail Deer Plateau let the devil speak his story

@Blue Willow. set for tonight/early tomorrow morning. keeping vague about some deets. no hurry to reply!

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he sighed into the darkness. sleep was what he desired, but the events of the day had left him tense and sorrowful. the healer would undoubtedly be at her den, keeping watch devotedly over the redhawk gamma, and so lasher set off to discover prey with which to break her fast.

an hour later he came to the clearing before her den, dropping the limp body of a rabbit to the ground. willow, he called softly, hoping she had not stepped away to gather more herbs — for many reasons, he wished her to eat, and even through the exhaustion of the day, the idea that their children might have been conceived brought him quiet joy.