When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. A toothless smile quivered on the ancient lips. Bad wolf! she shouted. Calm as still water.
When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, she said sadly. Blood for blood. Where are the children? He would always ask her that. It took three men to subdue him.
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