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he returned to his dreaming, staring off out the small dark aperture which marked the mouth of the snow-cave. at some point he lay scarred muzzle across his paws, curling tighter to dancing fox.

she carries the next part of your dream, Wolf sighed from far beyond. he found he had come to hate the sound of Wolf, even as he looked for it. but now fear rose in him, pointed and goatish.

Wolf's unnatural teeth gleamed. she will live.

and the children?

ragged lips frayed around the clicking skeletal jawline; i promise only for her.

when wolf dreamer's soul returned from its flying, he stirred and looked down for the woman, dread gnarling his belly as he remembered what Wolf had said about her own.