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GWRLAIN
V watched the swifts’ erratic flight, deep in thought. Gwrlain, along with the others, waited for her next order. No one spoke or rushed the warrior. Even the no-homers were quiet.
Eventually V spoke in the Troglo language, “Take me to my women, Gwrlain.”
“This way,” Gwrlain replied and led her down the tunnel.
The two wolves slotted in behind her, trotting close together, sniffing at the air and growling to one another in their language. He could hear V whistling orders to her women, to Captain Finya. He listened as V repeated what the old male no-homer had told her to the scholar Robya.
Gwrlain could smell the two wolves. A dank, earthy tang. The last he had seen of their kind was when Ramya’s army had fought them. They were vicious, ugly creatures. But good for br
