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To an outsider who had never heard anything about the Greyhounds, they would appear on first sight as a normal community, living peacefully and at complete peace with everything around them. The tales of their prowess in battle did not do them justice, and one would have been mistaken to think that most of the stories were made up.
But when the safety of one of their own was compromised, or when the drums of war called out to them in that feverish chant, only then would their true might be realised.
For a measly gang of three, it would seem almost unfair for nearly a hundred wolves to descend on them. But they did not come for fairness of equality. They came for blood, and as the intruders cried out and fled, they were charged down by the Greyhounds within seconds. Grey, black and b
