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lasher sought to quiet his breathing, for through the twisted branches before him had peregrine paused, presenting the view of one dark flank. the ground 'round the druid's paws was littered with twigs -- he dared not step in any direction -- and yet he must, else the panther would find him and all would be lost. thus, gingerly, the man began to move through the wood in the opposite direction of the devil, and here he would charm himself in obscurity until he could at last leap from the boles onto the other man!