The Heartwood crush the babes who are not children

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he grinned. the warmth in the den has greatly improved; i lay down among them during their many naps. ashton seemed the sort who would play with his children throughout their lives, leaving the harsher discipline to his mate, but it was only one of several ways to be.

taltos found he was appreciative of the medic's attention to sensitive manners; the golden boy did not pry. it only added to the comfortable intrigue of the caldera's healer. he tugged at the elkmeat, slicing off large portions and swallowing what of it he could, to bring up for blue willow if need be.

it was peregrine's intention, at one time, that he, himself, and fox live together and raise whatever children were born communally; we would not know who the father was. obviously, that was not to be, lasher mused ruefully, pausing to lick blood from his jaws.

in time, which he passed in conversation with the man, lasher departed, with a wan look over his shoulder toward ashton. he would seek out the blondfur again.