let him rouse the angel's might

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he did not believe her, but would not press her — verbally. lasher withdrew, though the expression upon his face did not lose its warmth, and lay his muzzle across his forelegs. his eyes trained themselves upon her face, and he breathed in the scent of the redhawk girl mingled with the fragrance of the herbs that blue willow had used to treat her wounds.

and he waited.