Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

i wouldn't force it either, lousine replied. i think it's a nice dream. but it depends.

it depended on a lot of things. where she was, the amount of support she would have, if there would be other women to help her. who their father would be.

she thought about a litter of two, three tiny gray-and-black puppies. their little faces. seeing faust's colors in them, his sharpness, his heart. seeing her wisdom, her wit, her graceful figure.

she felt her face heat up.

if we had a pack, maybe. more people to help us. she liked the way we felt on her tongue.