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it was only by sheer luck that lasher had departed the plateau this day, on a whim heading for the brine to seek saltwater delicacies for blue willow. the snow was thick, and instinct demanded that he remain at home, but his sense of propriety and gratitude toward the woman drove him out.
and so he rummaged toward the coast. a mountain dweller, and lover of elevations by nature, lasher did not know how he would fare at fishing, but was determined to attempt all the same. the ponderings of seafood were shoved from his mind, however, as the first few shuffles into the cold sand brought the sea-choked scent of a former plateau wolf into his nostrils.
hurrying along its path, taltos drew up alongside a thin shadow, a body he had mistaken for driftwood from a distance. amelie. he had not known her, but she was dear unto blue willow's heart. muzzle prodded beneath her chin to check for breath as a sense of fear and agony began to overcome him.