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her eyes alit upon the equally fragrant hide he wore. the image of silatuyok wringing out his bearfur in the cold water was not one he felt ayovi might appreciate. and for himself, it was almost too intimate, not when he had carried things in this pelt and looked down at his wife framed against the dark brown hairs.

"no. thank you," skorpa answered, feeling now at a loss seeing as there was nothing else to do. "i bring — any-thing?" the smelly man inquired, wishing to ask before he simply went on to other things. it would not be biddable of him to do otherwise.

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