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His cohort ignored him again. Tambourine kept pace with him, eyes squinting slightly. Clearly they weren't going to make acquaintances today. He would've left him alone and gone the other way, if not for that darn smell. He just couldn't resist it.

As a matter of fact, he picked up the pace, bumping into the stranger quite unnecessarily in an effort to get ahead of him. The fragrance grew stronger in his nose and Tambourine felt his mouth watering. Maybe it was some sort of food, after all, something beyond his realm of experience, something tastier than he could ever have imagined...

Suddenly, the other wolf dashed toward Moonspear. Hey! Tambourine thought again, though he stopped abruptly when he saw movement on the rock wall off to their left. He swore he saw a small black face with orange eyes peeking down at him, though it vanished by the next blink.