Dorlas went to where the others had come, grinning from ear to ear. He stared at the Hunted, plans forming in his mind. He knew that he would be selected again. Who wouldn't select a man with such skills and virility as he?
He awaited the finish of the ceremony, his mind off in the glory of the Hunt and the win.
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Je suis le fromage!
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