Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

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as he knew the story of pied, the mother of pura and saena, and so his heart wrenched within him at the idea. despite his dislike of fox, he could not bring himself to wish upon her the death of her children — for they were peregine's also, and his panther's heart had already been beset with sadness. i am sure with you at her side that she will fare quite well.

a glance heavenward brought him a glimpse of the heavens and the sun's position. it is a trek back to the plateau, my friend. i must return. but he did not depart; not yet. i hope to see you again, ashton. you have lifted my spirits immensely.