Cedar Sweep Half Algorithm, Half Deity

If she does not, the dog replied smoothly, seemingly assured in the matter, I’m certain she might trade it for something that pleases her greatly.

With practiced precision, he sliced down the center of the berry, exposing the dark seed within as red juice trickled over his paws, staining the dove fur an unsettling scarlet. He paused, examining the blood-red smear on his paw, a low chuckle escaping him, soft and dark.

Oh, I’ll make certain of it.

He closed his paw around the seed. It was time to take care of a few problems.