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Tobin heaved a sigh and allowed Yeid to drag him across the dry and rough terrain, chasing after the stout creature that he still refused to trust. Even though his companion had pointed out that his arm was slowly festering and was in the risk of infection, Tobin was wary of the mouse.
Growling, he threw his exasperated gaze to the darkening sky. At a distance, he heard a soft howl of a wolf and the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood.
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