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Grinning as he took the snow shoes, Hemming bent down to tie them to his feet. They were a little small, and his toes poked against the rim, but after just a few steps walking in them he could see that they made the deep snow much more manageable. His legs, tired from the walk out, were at least getting a bit of rest. Smiling, the male nodded in thanks, and walked alongside his two companions. As they moved towards the village he thought of the town hall he had helped Dawali construct, of the warmth of the ceremonial fire and of the beauty of the horses.
It had been a while since Hemming had last explained what the spirit guides were. He still didn't really understand them at all, and his own, Dagrun, was remarkably stubborn and told him few stories despite his coaxing. Anyway, as he had done previously, he would cough up a half-baked explanation that was vague enough to be correct in some sort of way while not necessarily saying anything outright wrong. In fact, Hemming didn't even know what could be wrong with his description, as he wasn't sure what was possible with them. It was all a very airy concept to him, and so he felt a little unqualified when Ember asked him to explain. "Erh, well," he started, "They're a physical manifestation of spirits of other creatures, each one taking a different form depending on the wolf it accompanies. And, I suppose, because of its age it is wise, and can provide advice and guidance." That about covered Hemming's understanding - anything else seemed much too mystical and odd to him.
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