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indent From his position, Gabriel had been watching his cousin with mild interest. It had been the fox that had sparked it, truly, since there was no reason for the animal to be approaching with such confidence. Given that Anselm did not move or seem worried around its presence, the curious possibilities of someone like Marlowe (whom Gabriel still searched the skies for) excited him. On top of having his father, who carried no pack scent and looked less then half the threat he truly was, watching the packs for him, a fox could go where others couldn’t.
indent The doggish hybrid approached easily, and soon took a seat on a close boulder. “Friend of yours?”






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