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... ng into the dusk.
Around it sat the elders of the valley tribes, hunters, mothers, chiefs, and lore keepers. Their faces were drawn tight with anger and fear.
Behind them, younger warriors stood in restless silence, arms crossed, weapons within reach.
Nokomis stood alone, her shadow cast long by the flame, the wolf-tooth necklace at her collarbone gleaming faintly.
"He must be stopped," a grizzled elder growled. "This White Wolf; he burns the earth, tears up the t ...
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