The Sentinels We get to share it

"here," he motioned, pushing snow away from a cache and taking hold of the frozen carcass, to drag it more fully into the iced depression. blue willow was not a depression, and it was true that fate could be cruel, but lasher had hope for the pair yet. however, he did not linger upon the subject, delicate as it was. the outcome of their union could only be determined in the spring. "whatever comes to pass, you both have my support and my blessing," he said softly.