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Wolverine's Daughter


"Hssst," Gwawl said, drawing Kelyn's attention from the bright cave entrance. He lurked in a dark nook, hunched over a sputtering, smelly fat candle.

"Hssst, what?" Unimpressed, Kelyn propped her staff against the entrance rock, but took only a single step inward. Her toes and her nose told her well enough what they'd find in this cave. Bats. Stinky bat guano. Nothing to keep their voices limited to hssst and whispers. Now, if there had been small bones crunching beneath her toes... Then they'd be running from rock cat, or stalking holed-up nightfox.

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