Blacktail Deer Plateau make the dead come back to witness

i..think? it's my turn *flails*

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dante's tone was frightening in its icy intensity; it was not a side of the man that lasher had before seen. junior's rejoinder was as chilling, though her eloquence brought a brief flare of pride to spice his soul. ears tipped back momentarily as the girl spoke of a wolf with whom peregrine had made amends; he thought immediately of himself, and guilt overwhelmed him as she revealed the source behind her lacerations.

yet he said nothing, intending to hear what dante would say before he put himself forth.