Totoka River cherry soul

Teleklos watched the reprimanding of Driftwood with concern and understanding, because though he could hardly step out of line himself, he was familiar with watching his war-bred brothers be corrected for their mistakes. He had sympathetically felt each blow as intensely then as he did now, and he took no pleasure in seeing the dusty seawolf get what he deserved.

With the whipped dog now booted from serving as Moorhen's blockade, the bard swung his muzzle back towards her, and ducked his head in deference towards her obvious might. I do not wish for that to happen to me, his posture quailed; slim tail wagging fiercely between his hocks as he scooched bravely forward and sought the skeletal-marked female's favor by presenting his submitted (easily malleable) form for her thorough inspection.

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