| Unblinking eyes watched the loping black wolf from foilage and shadows. They glittered... knowingly... as if gauging the time to strike
Unaware of the presence nearby, the wolf loped onward.
Her hunger sated Tashara found herself once more partly within her human consciousness. Trilling birds were no longer more appealing than the greasy snacks served in certain questionable drinking establishments. Though that vague thought made her pause and swiftly shudder.
It had been a long time, but she still recalled some of her meals in Athkatla's Copper Coronet.
"Hmmm... fresh thrush or boiled mutton and mushy peas?" she mused thoughtfully...
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testingtest12Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
testingtest12.......All those moments ... will be lost ... in time ... like tears in rain.
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