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He was never far from Smokestep; or truthfully believed himself capable of transporting his body across the bay if ever he was needed, and with speed. But when the Cairne appeared nearby Tetsubo could not help but curse at himself for being unaware. His charge appeared as a ghost. He rose from the sand and set off to intercept the strange thing that loitered nearby. The beast was urged by his sense of duty to follow, and it was a good thing he did—the not-quite-a-wolf was deftly defying rule of law, striding across the landscape and towards his young master. Tetsubo should have waited for orders but he saw the interloper as a threat, and was suddenly closing the distance and putting his bulk between Smokestep and the exuberant pet. He did not brandish his teeth yet—they were set in a grimace, a full compliment of sharp objects he could use in the coming moments, should the order arrive.
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