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The intensity of the creature’s presence had pressed in hard against the hound, despite the efforts of the two tall men. White Paw leaned against their legs for support. Like a mountain they felt to him. Rock hard and mighty in their endurance; their roots delving deep into the earth beneath them. A whirlwind, it seemed, of words swirled round him and the men, pushing back against the dark presence.
He could feel the creature’s struggle to pull back and the sudden withdrawal of it as it strove to flee from the two men. White Paw raised his muzzle and gave a long howl, as if calling the pack to gather.
With a great leap he bounded away from the men and after the creature, calling them to follow.
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