Duskfire Glacier [m] Oomemē

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skorpa, she said, and he was attentive at once, wondering if she meant to persuade from him a third time, and perhaps wary of it. he was not so sure he would be able to rise to such an occasion so swiftly, but her voice was soft first with inquiry, then with an earnest request.

the second of these seemed most important. he followed her glance to the belly he had not considered before, and his brow furrowed almost in realization. he was not ignorant to this time! he had only not been thinking, and even now her scent distracted the man.

did she mean to ask if he would put her aside? tend her? skorpa was gladly bound to the opposite, and eventually drew in a strange courage to cover with his warm palm the place of her womb, her skin flushed with their exertions. "bare rolig, regnvand," came the gentling rumble of his voice. "jeg skal nok passe på dig og dem."

they did not yet share a tongue, and he hoped his meaning would be received. "regnvand," and now he smiled, and tried to describe the fluttering of rain down upon their heads with a raised paw. for her ferocity, for the hue of her eyes.

he caught ayovi's ear gently between his teeth, humming a low tone.

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