Larksong Grotto my pride

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skorpa was annoyed.

early dawn was when he returned from the last patrol to nestle down beside ayovi, to feel her sleepy arms reach warm around his body while he pulled the bearskin over them both.

to be disturbed again, and in the cold dark, and by darukaal — "jeg er træt af at se dit ansigt på mit bjerg."

his words were for faust, but they could indicate the other. the bearman had enjoyed hunting well enough; this was another matter. skorpa pushed his way between a pair of saplings and glared at the pair. "hvad er det, du vil have?"

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