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| Tamerlane's gaze lingered on that of the stranger at the reply. He wasn't asking to be 'told' anything; he was asking for opinion, that he would have thought the striking beast quite likely to offer. This male was a curious type. He doubted that the creature would spare even a thought for him, but a few pointed musings wound their way into Tamerlane's mind nevertheless. With one last glance at St. Paul's Episcopal, he swung his long legs over the wall so he was facing the other way, and leant back; pleasure, he gazed up into the wolf's face, to meet you. And after the stranger responded, Tamerlane was on his way, with ancient ravaged landscape behind him -- and ancient ravaged landscape before him. |