Silvertip Mountain antipathy

me too!

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buffalo giggled, tail lashing at his hocks as he dodged, but all at once byll ended the game. aww, dammit, sis, he swore, irritation flaring in his eyes. was it not enough for the girl to simply play every so often? why must everything belong to the realm of task when it came to byll.

yet he hearkened soon enough to her gesture, and forged ahead as he had always done for their unlikely pairing, ears upthrust and body tense. if there was a creature waiting to seize some unwary fool in the gloom, it would be buffalo first attacked — he intended that byll live forever.