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[Endymion Russo]

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that's cool, thanks!

Smiling wryly, the wolf watched the other's form receeding into the darkness, toward the house. Endymion stood there for a moment more, taking in slow lungfuls of salty air. Then he turned, obeying the Aquila's will, and stalked along the coast toward Ashen Mountain. It would be a while before he returned. And when he did, the russet wolf did not plan for the visit to be under similar conditions.

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