Whitefish River running forever, if they should catch me

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Considering the last time a wolf was at the border, Dorian was uneasy. He found the stranger's scent but was too late to get there - Hiero arrived first. He'd give a wag at the Constable, grinning before his eyes fell on the vagabond. Another flash of his teeth, in a friendly manner. 

Content to let Hiero deal with this, he sat a few steps back and simply took point to guard his buddy indirectly. If something went down, he'd call for back-up; but this was just one wolf. Then again, that trespasser had been just one wolf too. Look what happened!