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his sound of praise pleased her; she tossed the fish to the bank and looked sidelong at bronco.
perhaps it was the adrenaline of the moment; maybe it was her own loneliness; but teya felt a fierce and unexpected attracting welling.
it reminded her of how she had run wild not so long ago —
she told herself that now she was honed to move upon her own whims and she must stop.
"practice every day. often i fail," the raven admitted, drawing in breath with a wry look.