Kintla Flatlands Open letter to hummingbirds

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lasher parted his lips to speak once peregrine had finished, but fell silent again, unsure of what to say. of course the quartet of older children were in need of their father's attention, and his love, but the gamma feared that the panther had waited too long to come to his senses, at least in the case of saena, who had vowed to refuse her father's very presence if he should come to visit.

parenthood must be rife with struggle and mistakes, he mused aloud after a moment. in time, i will know it too. but i cannot pledge myself to willow, nor would i ask it of her. the heart that beats in her breast belongs to atticus, not to me, and i would feel it selfish if i asked her to wed me for any other reason aside from love.

a pause. i do feel deep affection for her, however, and i will tend her and our brood diligently. he regarded peregrine with a mixture of sadness and pity. do not castigate yourself so harshly. hawkeye is as much to blame for abandoning them, but i think that you should seek them out.

as far as taking a mate, lasher did not believe that he ever would. he was not the formal type, and there was no ache for tradition in him.