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"So," he summarized, "you're alone." He didn't much like these chatty types—always skirting around the point, never actually getting to it. Euron was an exception, of course. His brother could be quite loquacious, but it didn't bother him the same way it bothered him when other wolves talked a lot but said nothing. Euron said many things, many more than many a wolf realized. Twitching his stubby tail, the dwarf passed his gaze back across Loir's face, then grunted.

"It is unwise to be alone," he advised. "There are those who prey on the lone wolf." He blinked slowly, choosing not to elaborate, then changed the subject quite abruptly to ask, "where is your pack?"