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"come along then," mahler said with a faux gruffness, turning and making a decent gait for them through a path fairly clear of clawing underbrush. it had been an elk trail, and the frequent wanderings of wolves had widened it into a proper footpath.
"now, vorripa," the graf grunted. "look around you as ve valk, and tell me if you see any other animals." he himself could scent vole-tracks, delicate upon their road, and the sweet fragrance of rabbits, bounding away from the wolves. would the growing child find this knowledge also?
worripa indeed followed along, and mahler praised him gruffly for the discovery of a pheasant and a doe as they went along.