Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

love the title. mind if we bring this up to the present?

with the events that had occurred fresh upon his mind, lasher did not wish to stray far from the plateau, ashamed as he was. however, it had thusly dawned on him to procure choicer food for blue willow's palate — she would need the best sustenance to prepare for the bodies that would soon be growing within her.

a flash of gold caught his eye, and the breeze bore the scent of the caldera. taltos hesitated, wishing to turn his path now; then with a shake of his ruff determined he could not avoid every wolf who followed fox and peregrine, and that it was only the pair with whom he wished to deter contact. confidence reentering his tread, lasher continued upon his way, wondering idly if the gilded man would spot him.

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