Kintla Flatlands My undead mummy and me

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lasher had grown more protective of blue in the days that followed their union; it was instinctual, inexplicable even to himself. though he was quite sure the healer was capable of managing herself, the gamma nevertheless did not stray far from her side. they would not know the outcome of their lovemaking for some time more, yet he took a sort of sated pleasure in her very nearness.

it was with hesitation that he followed blue willow outside the confines of the plateau, hoping she would not chide him for his worried nature. taltos trailed far enough behind that he did not think she would notice, yet dashed after her all the same when she broke into a shocked run.

it was junior, and the sight of her bloodied legs caused him to cry out with worry. blue willow had fallen into the brisk business of a healer, yet lasher could sense her anguish.

it was the child who caught his eye; he gazed at the boy, who was quite thin and possibly sick. he wondered how junior had found the whelp; he gave a soft nudge of his muzzle to one skeletal cheek, intending to stir the waif.