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as loathe as anu was to scurry after the heels of a commoner like a commoner himself, anu did so anyway. he reminded himself that this man was likely a scout or servant to some sort of caste-lord; if he was lucky, maybe this (in anu’s eyes) simpleton would lead him to wolves of better breeding and higher society, wolves perfect for the chela’s mission. 

the man moved on, his mouth seemingly as ceaseless as the motion of his legs. anu understood none of what he said, but followed after anyway with the rather stifled, remote look the highborn often so easily mastered.