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it was the last sentiment that softened glacial ice around the developed perception, sundering it somewhat. the outward demeanour of praimfaya had always been confidence. but any wolf could project such. 
for her bearings, for her scars, he had never seen the she-wolf as a child. for she was beyond that place within her life.
but now as she spoke, mahler wondered if she had been rushed into the way of teeth, fierce with little foundation.
clearing his throat, the gargoyle pressed his paws into the crackle of frost-wrapped leaves, lilac gaze resting on praimfaya. "do you recall astraeus?"