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sobeille’s sojourn through the lower arms of the teekon were not without hardship. she arrived at moonglow’s promontory with a few missing pounds; from both herself and her satchel.

setting the worn hide down, sobeille threw back her head in a howl for moonwoman @Kukutux — the woman’s scent here was thicker than the fringes, leaving sobeille with the conclusion this was the moon-mother’s camp.