Deepwood Weald And we all love to sing along

i think that would be lovely, he replied. he noted the shifts in her expression; surely, she had taken note of his own. time enough for him to reveal the past—if at all. for now, he wanted only to play happy family, to watch his son fall in love and have babies.

a whiff of game-musk caught his nostrils, and aditya turned, eyes following the source of the smell. he turned back to her with an apologetic chuff.

i think i've distracted us enough from the hunt, he said, smiling. should we try to catch something?

his old bones could make the effort, at least today.

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