Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

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Oof! Leshen dropped to the ground like bag of stones, and groaned at the ache that rattled his entire body. He looked up at the fire-laden she-wolf, and fixed her with a glare that broadcasted every bad word he’d learned his short life: Thief! Idiot! Traitor! Coward! Bitch!
 
She was lucky he was too exhausted and confused to run, because his immediate thought was to disobey her. Leshen looked around the unfamiliar area, and could not choose a direction in which he wanted to bolt, upsetting him more. His nose wriggled, frown deepening, as he sat there and craned his head about; too enfeebled to yet flee.