The Heartwood else shall eden have no springtime

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lasher's nostrils flared slightly; while it was quite like peregrine to be preoccupied by bodily functions, the smallest niggling worm of suspicion remained. yet he shook out his ruff and darted a charming smile at the panther. they are said to sacrifice men! but it has been so long since i had a witch in my daily life; it is important to be so bound to the earth.

he thought of the rawboned waif, her dainty limbs belying the malicious fire of her eyes, and his heart thrust itself higher with its beats. a moment paused and he regarded peregrine warmly. lifting his muzzle, taltos cleared his throat. it is time that i made amends with fox. she is to be the mother of your children, babes that i love already, for they are a part of you.

while the words remained a struggle for him to speak, the earthen servant continued. if you think it wise, of course, for me to approach in a few days' time. i will bring a gift for herself, and for your children. ears cupped forward to hear peregrine's words; he was somewhat apprehensive.