Silvertip Mountain antipathy

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he followed the click of her teeth with a low, pleased growl. supporting her weight for a broad moment, buffalo gazed down the mountainside, wondering aimlessly where the stream led. at length, he drew away from the girl and moved to the edge of the cliff-face. their trek over the mountains had left him in awe of the massive landforms, and it was a reverence not easily shaken.

do you think She will follow us? buffalo asked after the tick of a few seconds, turning to regard his sister over one bloodstained shoulder. he was speaking of clarice, the madwoman who had reared them, but he need not elaborate to byll. she would know.