Khelek let Anarya absent-mindedly run her hand through his sleek fur. He licked her sweating palm and she looked down at him, smiling. Rûdhchamion groaned faintly in his sleep, twisting as if in agony of some troubling memory. Anarya set Khelek down gently to go soothe Rûdhchamion, but Khelek nudged protestingly against the maiden's leg.
Wait, Khelek cautioned. Not yet; he may remember something of use in our quest. Some deep memory is troubling him. Dreams are sometimes sent to us to help us remember things that we would rather forget. Wait, and see. Anarya nodded slightly and sat back down in a drift of leaves. Khelek brushed past her arms and lay down, eyes set on the dark elf's form lying a foot away.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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