04-02-2008, 12:39 AM
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The stranger grabbed the dead-looking wolf and began to move. Tristan, who did not turn and who refused to take his eyes from the male, didn’t even look back as Fatin spoke. Not until the scarred wolf was at a safe distance did he return to his sister, offering her a few comforting licks on the face before laying down to be eye to eye with her. “I’m sure they’re fine, Fatin. Can you move?” He would move her otherwise. She needed to get off the mountain and somewhere safe. Even now his attention was entirely on her, not even giving the charred ruins below them a passing glance.[/html]