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Every word infuriated Shawchert, even his hits on the man did not give him the satisfaction he wished to have. No.... and to hear how Orin had to watch her son die before her eyes.... it twisted his heart in so many pieces. She was worse off than him... She had to be found, but it seemed the man was playing for something, and Shaw didn't know what. He might not have known where she and the girls were... a good thing, though ... Argul was blaming Shawchert! He had been there for her birthing, he'd been there to hold his pups in his arms, that warm feeling of love for the three children he had. Now it seemed that he might not have any. At the mention of where the meat and scraps went, his heart stopped. He let go of Argul, to touch the leather that was around one of his wrists... his face drained of any blood now. He'd been given his own son's pelt? He wanted to throw it, oh but the anger was too much. He hurled himself forward for a bit to the man, it was miscalculated and full of rage. He hated Argul, he wanted him to pay for everything he did!!! No words could express Shaw's feelings so he'd show in his actions.
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