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When the pale wolf laughed, Marmion stopped and turned his long face towards him; his ears cupped that sound first, but then swiveled back upon his head when he noticed the light sound of stones clattering off of the ledge. If they were supposed to be stealthy, Marmion was failing. In his haste to stop and observe his caretaker he had dislodged some stones; but it mattered little. The boy couldn't tell if anyone was following them or if they were nearby. He was not skilled in such ways, not like Seafra could possibly be (which may be why Reynardine wouldn't let the child go alone).

The older wolf asked a question - or just tried to make conversation - and Marmion's lips twitched as he fought the urge to smirk back; he merely nodded and turned away, glum yet curious, and sought out another path.

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