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... e first place, he only fell asleep for a couple of hours for his own enjoyment, and he was fully rested. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled a relieved sigh.

For the first time in months, he had no place to be, no fire that needed to be put out. Jake could finally just donothing. He was covered in warm bodies, as Ophelia and Tanda monopolized his sides. Fur and fluffy feathers covered his body, their hearths more than keeping him warm.

Jake was bathed in the Presence of his girls, a ...

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