“Don’t talk to me that way,” said Erro, glaring at the griffin. “I’m going after him whether you approve or not, as you well know.”
Aquila clicked away again, feathers ruffling.
“Fine. You don’t have to come, but if I die you’ll feel rather awful, now won’t you? I need the both of you.”
Aquila shook his whole body and then lay his head in the grass between his paws, averting his eyes from Erro.
“Please don’t do it, Erro,” said Andromeda. Her reaching hand pulled...
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