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The group of canines he'd brought looked to him with stony expressions, some giving verbal affirmatives, others nodding. Vigilante was nervous, more so than he had been in quite a long time, but he did all he could to hide this. It was going to be a difficult mission as it was; he needed to keep a brave face for his followers. He had not expected Anann to come, but he was not angry. Another able body would help them, and he had only not thought to ask her because of all of her recent troubles.
Now that they were prepared to go, the secui dog mutt rose to his feet silently and began to move stealthily into the territory of the tribal wolves, canines and horses following. After all their observation, the King and his band of rescuers knew the location of the hut and the general pattern of the guardians' actions and patrols. He led the way with his head low to the ground, senses hyperaware and working in overdrive to listen for or smell any changes in the air that could cause problems for them.
They approached the cabin where the prisoners were kept under the cover of darkness and the King took a final look at his band of rescuers. It was now or never. Without hesitating any longer, the King moved silently to the door, though he needed someone else to open it. Shifting would drain his energy and he could not do it in his current form.
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