Nova Peak β

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"hvorfor råber du? det er bare os her," skorpa chuckled. but soon his voice rose to twine warmly with her own, in case there were indeed denizens of this mountain who had not yet heard them.

the clawed broadness of his paws soon carried the tall exile up to a lower slope, and then onto a slick-frozen path that wound almost directly upward.

empty.

he tasted deer-spoor at the base of this path and grunted to himself in northern, chunnering about nothing in particular; skorpa had not yet realized his misleading of ayovi had happened at all, no matter how inadvertent, and hunger was a poor polish for wisdom. he craved blood and solitude and safety, some unconscious hours of sleeping that would restore his body further.

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