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The hunter inwardly thought about the offer, but then spoke in it's strange language of clicks, whirr's and whistles "I have no pack, our chakak (psionicist) is slain also. My time of wandering is not complete, I offer my services to your great pack (nation). Your people and beasts would be in no danger from me." After speaking she scooped up her swords and sheathed them along with the half dozen or so other miscellaneous weapons she wore on a peculair leather harness built for her unique frame.
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