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in careful steps forward ingram followed wylla's lead, though he suspected somehow this wolf was not all there. perhaps she had imbibed too much salt water -- or perhaps she had found a feast of those mushrooms wylla coveted -- either way, ingram felt sorry for the wolf, but not sorry enough to stay the aggressive snarl that welled in his throat.

he lunged towards the intruder, snapping his teeth to worry her. she fell back and flailed over -- with skulking steps he positioned himself in front of the sound's borders and issued several snapping bites at whatever flailing limbs came within reach.