"Fat fool!" Duinn exploded from his hiding place with Raori just behind. The acolyte squealed in fear and scooted away from two just as they stopped short of him. The nose's owner, the black wolf, butted her head against the Raori’s leg.
"Aramina, you made it out," the mage exclaimed in pleasure, forgetting the acolyte. He knelt and scratched her neck. The wolf-dog groaned in pleasure, leaning against Raori’s administrations with eyes closed. Ghostlike, the pooka appeared from the dark and stood just behind the acolyte. His sides heaved, and his coat was dark with sweat.
"Nice to see you, too," Duinn said. Absently he patted Picket's flank and felt along the pooka’s long legs for damage. The pooka showed his appreciation by lipping the dwarf's hair.
"You knew it was a trap," Raori said
