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Appeased by the gunmetal wolf’s eloquent display of submission, Szymon found he had little to add to his wife’s questioning. Whether or not the stranger could fish was unimportant to the black-banded Cairn; in silence, he moved forward alongside Doe to investigate the prospective warhound more closely, finding much to his liking. Young and strong, hardy and already laden with the tang of brine, the stormsteel male would be a welcome addition to the Depths’ ranks — if he had something worthwhile to offer. “Skills,” Szymon uttered simply once Doe had finished, bright golden striking boldly for fiery orange as he bore down on the taller wolf. “How well can you swim, stranger?”

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