Offer me that deathless death (Joining)

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in a fortnight or perhaps shorter, blue willow would be delivered of their children and lasher found himself wrought with nervousness. he had done what he could for the densite; lending himself to patrols and pacing, taltos had gotten a sort of schedule developed for the days leading up to the birth of the children.

in the snowy dawnlight, lasher padded through the soft powder, mind present only upon the eternal quest for prey. the resources of the pack would be largesse where blue willow and the pups were concerned; in his mind, they would be the future of the plateau, and so worthy of such coddling.

presently, a summons rose above the grey treeline; taltos turned his steps immediately toward it, hackles rippling in rich ecru upon his withers. murkwater eyes appraised the fire-flame of one eye, and the cold blue of the other, and he was silent, though his firm stance was a clear query for the stranger's presence upon their borders.