[ He grimaces softly, claw-like nail stinging on his skin, fear unrelenting in his eyes and the air around him, distorting the dream like heat rising from a road. Then her eyes glimmer, and he wonders — is it coming from her, or is she reflecting the wolf back at him?
Pathetically, he asks, ]
A favor — how?
[ What could someone like him possibly do for her? ]
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Pathetically, he asks, ]
A favor — how?
[ What could someone like him possibly do for her? ]