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Ashlar felt a feeling creep in that he has never experienced before. He did not know why, but something in the way this man looked at him, carried himself, spoke... Ashlar did not like him.

The bard had never been so biased against another wolf for so little reason. He didn't like it, and he would not let it drive him to treat this wolf as less than the friend he should be. They were packmates.

I'm glad. He said quietly. He was. They sounded like warriors, and if they were like him, then maybe few would be hurt in whatever fight they would have. Maybe it would be over quickly. Where are they now?