Blacktail Deer Plateau let the devil speak his story

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i am as well, the man purled — blue willow had been his closest companion, then his lover, and now she would bear his children. the evolution of their relationship had been swift, but he loved her no less, and no differently but for a fierce protectiveness blossoming in his heart toward her.

what sort of odd foods? he asked, amused, as he turned to watch finley, caught deep in the grasp of the witless sleep. her head, surely it had not been affected; he could not recall if the bear had struck her there, however, as the chaos had been quick and savage.