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He noted the sudden tension in the wolf and the throwing axe was in his hand as soon as StarLight had begun to turn to the other wolves. No creature or human was moving nearby, of that he was sure. Still the wolves swiftly scattered, disappearing into the trees. Kneeling beside KayLisa, he barely notices the changing cast of the water his eyes attentive for movement and his other senses beginning to scour the wind for signs of movement within and against the air. His other hand now grasps the handle of the dark bladed axe. Questions rise to his mind – How does it move? Upon what senses does it rely? But there is no reason to ask them, no creature stalks them here. Still, there is a threat .....
He returns the night-song to its place beside his pack, accepting her hand and rising. His senses still alert, he says nothing as they walk with a quiet swiftness toward the tavern.
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One does not control the Wind.
One enters it, feels its freedom. And moves.
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