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"It sounds like ... I don't know." Tas cocked his head to
listen. "Like wolves howling."
"It's not wolves. It's only the wind."
"I've never heard the wind sound like that. Well, once I
heard it sound ALMOST like wolves. But it was really more
like a dog. Sometimes you hear a dog howling in the night
and you think it's a wolf but it's not because wolves really
do sound different. More ferocious, not so lonesome. This
does sound like wolves, Flint, don't you think? But I've
never heard of wolves hunting in a blizzard unless they
were REALLY starving." Tas frowned, remembering a story
he'd heard once. "There was a village way up in the
mountains in Khur that was attacked by wolves in a
blizzard. I didn't see it. But my father did, and he told me
about it. He said it was really interesting the way the
wolves came down after dark and stalked anything that
looked like good food. And he said it was AMAZING what
wolves consider good food when they're starving - "
"Will you hush! And while you're at it, stop imagining
things that aren't there!" Gritting his teeth against his anger
and the fear that the kender's tale of starving wolves and
blizzards fanned, Flint climbed to his feet. He was stiff and
aching with the cold
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