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The esquire was anxious as he paced back and forth in front of the barn, the snow sloshing around his grey paws. What would the king think if he knew that one of his subjects had been attacked by a pack of rogues? Pontifex was nervous. Would Gerhardt appreciate the fact that he was bringing such important news to him? He didn't know how much longer he could wait for the king before he went out to go look for him himself. The news he had to tell was weighing down on him and he needed to tell his king now. Would the lord want to take a party out to rescue the seracian woman? A relieved sigh slipped past his inky lips as the King's familiar figure came into view, his body tense, able to feel Pontifex's uneasiness. He bowed to the king before rushing to relay the news. Sir, there was a woman at the buffalo knolls, a woman from our pack that was being ambushed. I do not know the conditions of the ambush, but she was severely outnumbered. There were at least three or four wolves attacking her. I would have gone in to rescue her myself, but under the circumstances I saw my aid being more useful in the manner of relaying the events I witnessed to you. He watched the king for a reaction, wondering what he would do about the situation and how he would want to handle it.


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