Elf To Tame A Werewolf
And seeing as that is highly impossible, I'd recommend you come down here with me for a bite.
I'm about to refuse, the area needs to be staked out, but my stomach growls in protest. Or rather, Sirgil's. He sits close to the tree I had fallen from, his eyes on my face much like Veesa's interrogative stare.
'Oh he was nice enough,' Oward says, though his tone is plain and even, 'Got a couple ferrets by his lonesome, and here's one he left off.'
A small furry animal lies close to the fire, though its head has been almost entirely torn off. 'Lunch, then?'
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