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She raises an eyebrow at this "winged-one" and breaks out into a hearty laugh......"You think me a were-wolf? ~shakes her head still laughing~ I am no were-wolf you fool, I am a druid, a shapeshifting druid......"
She removes one glove and holds her hand towards him palm up, the rune carved into her hand glowing with silver light....."Hold your sword, till you know who you are attacking, pup..."..She shakes her head again, laughing quietly.....~this one must be young, to not be able to tell the difference between a wolf, and a were-wolf....~
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May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.
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