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the river brought him a trout -- lasher landed in onto the bank and licked the water from his jaws before turning back to the female wolf. she had not budged; indeed she stood with watchful eye and friendly plume, and lasher looked upon her for a long moment before raising his own in affable gesture. if she drew near, they would speak, but if something kept her from such, he would continue on his way to donnelaith.