Golden Glade i can bring a halo into the night cave

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relaxing his hackles and his white-knuckled fists, not so much the pelage along his nape, he shook his head with a bluster of indignation from his nose.

then what? why stalk?

he'd seen too many a vulture in wolf's clothing to not be wary, to many a young absalom who let their rot coalesce, not in a vacuum, but in a calculated way to strike his betrayee in the back, just for a selfsame reason—food.