Duskfire Glacier [m] Tshärr

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ayovi wakened and began to bugle. skorpa's eyes had flown open in rapidity, thinking the warrior near, but it was only the rainwater gasping.

she acted as if she feared him. he remained very still, then shifted and rolled to his large paws. there was a long silence, broken at last by manful decision.

"du er nødt til at spise, ayovi," skorpa grunted, and began to clamber skyward.

"jeg vil give dig mad," he called down into the cavern of ice, high wind buffeting his heavy hackles and thick chestfur. universal sign for come with followed that bellow, and skorpa turned away not in anger but determination.

he would feed his woman hot blood and rich flesh. yes. she would come back to herself and then a way to speak might be found. he had grown lazy; he had only plucked up a few words of her own. they must do more now, skorpa thought with awe and prickling dread. a great wave of protectiveness washed over the swordsfang, and he glanced back along the brawn of one shoulder to see that ayovi was in sight or remained hidden.

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