Barrow Fields this house is covered by your bloodsport

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perhaps his ear wasn't as keen as he first thought, for he didn’t hear the man’s approach until a glottal bid for his attention prised him from the daydream he was in. the pallid boy turned to address his company, and was struck with a sense of deja vu—the resemblance this fellow bore to his sister was hard to overlook, though they were possessed of some distinctive dissimilarities in appearance. regardless, it took him a second to recalibrate his mental analogizing. 

Lycaon didn’t mind the lack of submission put forth by his subordinate; he’d never been overmuch receptive to such gestures. he chuffed companionably towards the grizzled man, following his gaze out towards the expanse. ”it’ll be rife with fawns come april.” he remarked, optimistic about the boon this year’s vernal season would issue.