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if dwin felt unease, val felt downright consternation. it was all he could do to suppress the shenzi-cackle that nearly threatened to topple his composure.

hearing children came from a patch of parsley was a first for val, who had only ever been acquainted with the unpleasant reality: children came from the gristly guts of their screaming, bloodied mothers.

he preferred the parsley version.

rykor was an unfamiliar name to him, so he shook his head. that’s, well, that’s something. but i think i’ll pass. dwin was likely referring to a wolf’s heat with her talk of wonderful scents, but it only put val at unease. where are you from, again? and how did you end up here?