05-07-2008, 12:55 PM
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“It’s a deer,” he explained. The girl was so young, and Tristan was inexperienced in the raising of children. This did not mean, of course, he disliked them—to the contrary. As rough and cold as he was to strangers, he adored children. They offered a youthful innocence and truth the world had forgotten. Moving his body and reaching his head into the belly, he grabbed a chunk of the fleshy-stuff and put it down in front of the girl. “Go ahead,” he added, his tail giving a wag behind him, suggesting it was all right.[/html]