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For a few minutes, the three of them just sat there in silence, recovering from the intensity of the wolf. Finally, Waterstone blew out a breath and said, “Fair enough. I take your point. There is no way that wolf’s spirit is broken. He exudes strength and domination.” He glanced sideways at Tarkyn. “You’re a scary bastard, Tarkyn, if you have achieved dominion over his will.”
Tarkyn smiled faintly and looked at his friend. “I guess that is something we all have to live with.”
“What is?” asked Running Feet from the other side of him.
Tarkyn’s smile broadened. “That I’m a scary bastard.”
“Oh.”
Waterstone chuckled. “You know, when you put it like that, it seems much more straightforward. I can live with that. Meet my friend, the scary bastard. Has a certain ring to it, don’t you thi
