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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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"Easy, Sturm, easy!"
The grip relaxed a little; when the falcon lowered his
head Tanis slipped a tightly knotted thong and the signet
ring from which Sturm was never parted over the
peregrine's head.
"Only one left, Tanis," Raistlin said softly.
"I'm ready."
Raistlin met the half-elf's eyes and held them. "I'll be
with you," he assured. "I'll be right with you to bring you
back."
"I know."
Once more the air shivered, then sighed. Raistlin was
alone in the clearing with Wren, the shepherd dog, the
panther, the bright-eyed falcon, and a quick, red-pelted fox.
"What else?" Raistlin said to Wren when she cocked her
head as though to question his choice. "A fast and far
hunter." He collared the fox with another square of cloth,
this garnered from Tanis's pack, and sat back on his heels.
"Follow the wren and the hunt well, fox. Use all your
cunning. And remember, do not harm the mage, for I can
only undo those spells of my own working."
Pytr smelled danger in the wind. Rieve, back since the
afternoon from another fruitless search for Wren, brooded
darkly before the fire. The danger smell did not come from
him. In him Pytr noted only the hard, bitter scent of anger.
This smell was different
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