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The morning sun had just begun to lighten the sky. A dark purple glow replaced the black of night. The two hounds, after sleeping soundly for the full evening, snapped their eyes open, their ears raised up and aimed straight ahead as they looked towards the sunrise. They both growled quietly in unison.
Abelardus woke quickly. His first instinct was to grab for a sword, but his motion was cut short by the bonds that held him. The full realization of where he was, as well as a hazy memory of the strange events of the evening, came back to him. His eyes darted around the camp trying to see what the dogs growled at, but he saw no immediate danger. He sighed heavily in frustration and then looked at the dogs who still growled low as they stared at the sunrise. The sight of the attentive ho
