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sun eater was exhausted from his long labors at the snow shelter, but it was done and finished. there was only for his mate to call the women and for them to add their own charms of protection to the shelter.

because he was quite tired, the hunter was in a more receiving mood. "uuts'taa," came the growled greeting. a bruised shoulder rolled; he stretched his legs and looked back toward the work in the snow.

"soon." single eye moved over blackbird man. "and for you?" how many more might be born lanzadoii?