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That Skyrim superpower, which sounds kind of cool, even if the narrator has never played the game, would not have helped Pox much this time either. Wraen lied completely still, but one ear was flicked backwards and was listening to, what tactics the dragon-warrior-wannabe was coming up this time. She heard him brush against the bushes, she discerned the approaching rustle of the grass, she felt the light touch of his tail against her skin and, when he was about to pounce, she made an attempt to roll on top of him with a grin and a cheeky: "Dead puppy, again."