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"I should have stayed inside?" Flint took a quick swipe
at the kender's head, missed, and slipped to his knees. "I
should have stayed?" He flung off the hand that Tas offered
him and climbed to his feet again. "I'd not be out here at all
if it weren't for you!"
"Me?" Tas's eyes went round with surprise. "You came
out after me? But I'm fine, Flint. I just went out for a look. I
thought I might be able to see a wolf. Or not see one. They
say they're almost invisible against a storm, you know." His
eyes darkened for a moment with disappointment. "But I
didn't see any. Or I didn't NOT see any. I'm not sure which.
And I didn't get very far. You know, Tanis was right. You
can hardly see where you've been out here. You certainly
can't see where you're going. On the whole," he decided,
reaching out a tentative hand to help Flint dust the snow
from his back, "I'd really rather be inside where it's
warmer."
The logic was too tortuous for Flint to follow, and he
was too cold and wet - nearly frozen to death, he thought
furiously - to work it out now. He turned and stamped back
toward the shelter, growling and cursing.
Cold, but undaunted, frolicking like a half-grown pup
taken to play, Tas scampered ahead
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