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The Wolf raised his hand. The Pack stopped. Their leader jumped lightly from his gasping horse to survey the remains of a small campfire. Bending down he caressed the ash with his index fingers.
"We're close," Marak whisphered across to Leon who nodded gleefully. So far they had seen little of their prey, tantalising hints but nothing more, until this fire.
"Its still warm," the Wolf called softly. "She's not far off."
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