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Like Alastor, he knew little of digging dens. At night, the Khalases simply huddled together in their little cliques; the patriarch, his principle wife, children, and favored servants, the others around them. In winter, they nestled at the foots of the hills, sometimes hiding behind rocky cliffsides, or carving out shallow scoops if needed. But never the deep dens these packs did. He shrugged in agreement with Alastor. He seemed more knowledgeable anyway.