Emberflame Ridge Attawkǒnts

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skorpa wished to explain that this was for the sake of their camps standing so close, but he turned instead to churned leather in the press of her warm touch. turning his lips to brush its core, flicking his tongue there to tease; "vil du gå langt?"

he asked not to dissuade, but to understand. they would trade with others.

to fly;

to fly, and a lazy grin flew to life. "så vil vi flyve." they could build no settlehearth without work, and ayovi had proven time and again she would not sit idle while it was done.

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