Meadowlark Prairie you dream, some nights, of a labyrinth deep underground
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Suddenly, there was someone other than the prince. The creature was typical for his breed. His eyes were what caught the attention of Cavendish. They glittered and pulled with the color of poison. Though the stranger was wary of the prince, his gaze also caused the hound to pause. 

The wariness still did not strike him. Cavendish moved toward the other. He drew his crown upward, fixing the wild wolf with a narrow muzzle and eyes the color of his pelt. There was no hesitation to him. Nothing that suggested he was afraid.
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RE: you dream, some nights, of a labyrinth deep underground - by Cavendish - November 01, 2018, 02:06 PM