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The Banewolves
It was everywhere, the great scent of the dragon, a smell heavy with the vigor of life ancient and powerful. The scent was everywhere and the taste of the life and blood which produced such scent was heavy still upon their tongues. And so they gave chase and in doing so they scattered, each of them pursuing the vigor of the scent and its promise of blood heavy with life. Still, though their pursuit was furious and unrelenting it was but the pursuit of a promise scattered broadly upon the fickle winds of this place and soon their individual headlong rushing left them widely separated. Even as they rushed in angry hunger after the scent of the dragon, the stirring within the ground began, a stirring faint in comparison to so great a scent as the life of a dragon and so a stirring easily overlooked. Only after they had run far from the place where the lines converge did it happen – the sudden bursting of a tiny stirring into a mighty tremor of life and pain that snapped the unity within the Ley Lines ......
...... Pursuit comes to a sudden stop and from six scattered directions angry howls shake the air of this place where darkness has begun to assert itself once more. They turn, then, the scattered wolves and rush toward the place where the lines have been severed, for the woman is there and they will not be denied their prey.
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