Blacktail Deer Plateau With Baited Breath I scream for joy

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yes, he breathed to all of the names, joy flaring brightly in his breast at the thought that they would all carry his last name, the one the witches had granted him: mayfair of the glen. donnelaith. the large boy, constantine, and it was fitting. lasher nodded, eyes trained upon his strong son. and all at once the name came to him, the title of the first male witch whom he had ever loved. constantine julien mayfair, the beta male whispered, a smile curving his lips.

and the second of the males, smaller but seemingly no less vigorous. casmir. casmir llewellyn mayfair. constantine, casmir, and eilidh, the man murmured, and his eyes filled with delighted tears.

pulling from the den, he breathed in the cold air and waved his plume in invitation at the gunmetal alpha, who hovered nearby protectively. two sons and a daughter, lasher exulted, eyes shining toward dante.