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... grip. Maesinius, having endured the bone-chilling cold of true northern winters, couldn't help but find the current weather almost comically mild. In those frigid lands, even the hardiest of beasts with fur as long as his cock, sought refuge in the shelter of their dens rather than face the relentless cold. Though it also meant that there was less prize to hunt and feed oneself with .
Maesinius cast a glance over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Rosk's . Among the rugged inhabitants of the ...
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