Stavanger Bay league of extraordinarily grumpy gentlemen

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Adjusting his pace to accommodate the young wolf’s abused muscles, Szymon quietly intoned, “You are to b-b-be a s-seawolf, Rannoch, and the S-Sea provides f-for her own.” He made his way to the intertidal pools where he had taught Qilaq to fish and challenged Ragna to a contest of the same nature, deciding that it would be best for the foundling to familiarize himself with the Blackrock goddess’ gentler ways. “Look d-down there,” he instructed, crouching like a hunting cat to peer into the water. There were several fish already trapped therein, and mussels clinging to the rocks. A sea urchin, too, lay insidiously within the depths to sting an unwary wolf.

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