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. A red
ghost in the night, Tanis glided down the hill, keeping to
the shadows until he was aligned with Flint at the opposite
side of the door. He heard the sound of the latch being
lifted.
"Wren," a cold voice said from within. "So, you've
returned?"
YES! she piped. OH, PLEASE LET ME IN!
"Of course, little one, of course." There was silky threat
in the mage's voice. "You've reconsidered?"
YES! ONLY LET ME IN! PLEASE!
The door opened quickly, orange light spilled out into
the night, and Wren shot past the mage like a small brown
comet. He turned, then fell, breathless beneath the weight
of a large black shepherd dog and a slim red fox.
The mage kicked hard at the fox and sent it tumbling
across the floor. Before he could move to rise, however, the
dog's teeth clamped onto his shoulder. Behind him the cat
hissed and the caged squirrel scolded and chattered. He
brought up his knee and drove it into the dog's stomach.
Snarling, the beast fell away.
Rieve scrambled to his feet, kicked again at the dog, and
missed. He spun toward the door and came eye to razor-
sharp beak with a dark-eyed falcon.
"No!" he shouted, flinging up an arm to protect his eyes.
The falcon's talons raked along the back of his hand
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