The Heartwood else shall eden have no springtime

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lasher blinked, rather shocked by this betrayal of fox's blatantly traditional nature. does she, now? he breathed, a grin curtailing his momentary surprise. it was quite an interesting thought, and he wondered if the ruby would go through with a pursuit of this crush.

peregrine spoke, and lasher nodded. will you take another, do you think? he asked softly, before a soft blush rose to his cheeks, hidden of course by his dark fur; it was odd to speak of present lovers with one who had so recently delighted in his body. the woman, she is a witch from the cult of females newly sprung up along the coastline. ankyra sound, i believe they are called. she is its ruler. the two men are vastly different from one another, one calm and placid, the other jovial and playful. thus far, i have told none of my intentions, and here he grinned. i am waiting for the proper moment.