Anarya stroked the uneasy pup's white fur. Fear was beginning to coarse through her body. She began to feel sick with dread. The pup had a sixth sense about things and if he was fretting about something you knew it was bad.
She looked over at Taraphiel, wondering if she should wake the girl from sleep, just in case something happened.
"Easy Khelek. What is it you sense?" Rudhchamion asked the pup snuggled under Anarya's arm.
Khelek whimpered a bit before answering, his breathing was shaky beneath Anarya's arm...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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