BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.
He wasn't sure Caierre did either, from the way his hand had gone tense and cold in Alvar's grip.
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They kept walking, slower now, the weight of it settling over the whole group like the crystal light itself, and Alvar noticed Caierre had drifted a step ahead, drawn toward one mural in particular near the end of the long wall—older-looking than the others, more worn, the two wolves depicted there rendered in some technique none of the others shared, deeper lines, more deliberate detail.
"Caierre," Alvar started, "maybe don't—"
Caierre reached out and touched it before he could finish.
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