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of course! lasher murmured, giving his subordinate an encouraging nod before stepping back to allow finn the thick bloody muscle of the heart. he himself sat in the snow and lapped the life-fluid from his jaws, eyes sharp as he kept a watch about them for the intrusion of hungry lone wolves or coyotes.

when the ollivander had presumably finished, the beta fell to filling his own belly. it was not the way of the hierarchy, but then again, lasher had never quite followed the rules of his own kind, not in love. nor would he in life.