Oh, God!” Rhea sniffed the air through two gaping nostrils that had eroded through her onion skin flesh. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she often had been driven to dig herself large underground pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold months. He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them.
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