The Heartwood crush the babes who are not children

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a growl came from the male as he was approached, but his expression softened, becoming warm as he noticed it was ashton. the golden youth's presence became appreciated rather than regarded as a threatening thing. my children have been born; i am hunting for them.

gesturing to the downed elk, from which he had already eaten the heart, the beta male shook his bloodied head ruefully. however, i cannot eat all of it. you may have some, if you would like. i am taking what i can upon my return to the plateau. as he spoke, his eyes alighted upon the kind visage of the redhawk wolf, and the sultry mellowness of his common attitude.