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"i fine. need nothing." besides, she would simply tell the plantwolf herself, feeling no need to go through her man.

intriguing though he was.

muskrat hid the thoughts which should not belong to a slave. "i do something for you?" the awqalli inquired, her narrow yellow eyes upon his expression. as akavir had not told her to join him, she did not expect it from this leader either, despite the fact his pregnant woman surely did not want his — well. slaves had their use. but not here, muskrat had learned.