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When the wolf slowed, so did the bird, beating its wings against the momentum it had built and descending upon a low-hanging branch that quivered under its weight. A brown, crackly leaf fluttered down and landed near Mallaidh's forepaws.

"You killed that wolf," said the bird, pronouncing each word with deliberate care. Its eyes were two glimmering pinpricks among the gloom, but it was clearly staring right at the wolf before it. "Are you ashamed to say it?"