Blacktail Deer Plateau else our kind shall rule no more

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he was not long alone before the masculine scent of the plateau's alpha wreathed into his senses, and taltos, besotted, followed the trail to where dante seemed to bask in the day's aura. his eyes lay upon the silverscale creature for a short while, before he sidled alongside his leader in a friendly manner, reaching to brush the fur of dante's shoulder with his muzzle.

we are thriving, he mused aloud, turning a smile to the other for a brief moment. it was then that apprehension prised itself into his heart; lasher truly did not know how to speak to his friend of his intentions, and so he set it aside for the present, and leant into the inviting atmosphere of the day, lids falling to half-mast.