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. Then go tell them to eat. The last thing we need is
one of us turning on another out of hunger. Most
particularly," he said, smiling as though over some private
jest, "my brother."
I trust you, Tanis thought as he rose to leave, but you do
make it hard sometimes.
Raistlin was kind with his choices. And kind in other
matters. Tanis knew that when he saw the young mage step
silently behind Flint as though the old dwarf was the last
thing on his mind. The air around the two shivered, sighed
softly, and before Tanis could draw a breath, Flint was
gone.
In his place stood a dog who shook himself as though
shaking off rain. Tanis grinned. This was no lean-shanked
mongrel, but a broad-chested, thick-furred shepherd's dog.
Though the dog's muzzle was white with invading age, his
long, tapered jaws were still powerful. Those jaws, Tanis
knew, could tear the throat out of a marauding wolf. Or,
under noble restraint, could lift a kitten carefully by the
scruff of its neck to carry it out of harm's way. It was to
this breed that shepherds had trusted their flocks and their
families for generations.
Right now, though, Flint the dog looked dangerous. Ears
back, he snarled and bared long teeth made for slashing
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