Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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taltos drew in his breath sharply as ashton pushed muzzle to shoulder; ears slid back and he sought the boy's touch for a fleeting moment. the emerald eyes of the other were brilliant with sadness and worry as he spoke, and lasher felt his soul slip dangerously from its moorings at the mention of peregrine.

no, he whispered in a voice that broke upon the shores of the redhawk's compassion. i believe we have said all that is to be said to one another. and yet there were so many more words to span the space betwixt them.

turning his glance to the silvered fish swimming in their tiny pool, taltos mustered a smile. but thank you, ashton. how will you extract the medicine from their bodies?