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Lottau, bro, Vercingetorix insisted, grinning. Swega klin. He licked his chops, shaking himself out again (whilst trying to avoid spattering Ephraim in the process). He nosed the fish toward the coywolf. Here, man. Eat up; I'll see if lightning can strike twice. The smaller warrior needed the meat more than he did, though he would never say it to the boy's face.

Padding back to the bank with a swagger, he peered into the water, wondering if the second splash had scared all the fish away. Perhaps so; it seemed devoid of life, at least for right now.

We'll give them a break, he called over his shoulder. They're hiding. Briyon. He couldn't blame them in the least. He'd run from a big scary shadow, too, if he wasn't the big scary shadow himself.