Even had he not been able to trace Aramina by scent alone, he could tell the woman was lying merely by checking her fences. They were old and badly in need of repair. And they had been in the ground for years, with no intended replacements to be seen anywhere laying about. And of sheep; Finnbhear had no doubt the woman at least told the truth about that. Mutton was a favorite of dwarves and wolves alike.
He also did indeed doubt that her daughter could threaten away any member of those assassins by herself, even if she possessed the lost magic of Cnos Fada’s first temple.
He followed the scent to the back of Aihn's house. Many voices traded arguments inside, but he ignored them. The scent told him everything. He crawled behind an empty barrel and lay down to wait
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Picket, with Raori
