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Wren left Sturm's wrist and dropped to the ground
before the dog. She whispered something that sounded like
encouragement and the snarling faded to a familiar low
grumbling. As he'd planned with Raistlin, Tanis dropped to
his knee beside the dog - FLINT! he reminded himself - and
tied around his neck a bright blue square of cloth torn from
the spare shirt in the dwarf's pack. There was a look in the
shepherd dog's eyes that made Tanis glad he resisted the
urge to ruffle the silky ears.
Caramon drew a breath to speak - to laugh or question,
Tanis didn't know - and suddenly a tawny panther, muscles
rippling, tail switching restlessly, stood where once
Raistlin's twin had sat.
Well done! Tanis thought. Across the panther's thick
chest and shoulders he strapped Caramon's belt in the form
of a harness. He looked around for Sturm but saw neither
the young man nor a beast to which he might have been
changed.
"Raistlin?"
The mage pointed upward to the trees. A black-headed,
gray-bodied peregrine falcon sounded a long, high wail and
spread its wings with unconscious grace.
He knows them, Tanis thought, he knows them well to
choose so fittingly. He offered his wrist, and the falcon
glided down, gripping with sharp talons
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