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The sound of something touching upon the ground, like a drum beat or the staccato tempo of something running, drew Raimo's attention. He could not mistake the way the fox scent grew thicker, the musk rivaling the heavy aroma of pine common to these reaches.

The pounding of the earth sounded as if it were in one place. It was not something running — but what creature would be so mindless that they would invite a wolf's attention?

He moved with more fervor then, seeking the sound, winding from shadow to shadow.