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Tarnish worked diligently. According to Worc he needed to clean everything off as best he could or invisible creatures would eat the remaining meat and make the hide smell bad, possibly even eating a hole through it. He didn't mind, he liked the taste and he was happy to work away at it while listening to Worc pecked and cracked at the spine of the carcass til the skull rattled free.

As the duo worked a strange, small wolf appeared and offered to help. Tarnish looked up from his task and watched as she scooped up a clam. His head tilted to the side. Was that Jael? She seemed to match the description. "Sure! You can help with the scrapping if you want. My name is Tarnish, what's yours? What happened to you ears? How come they droop like that? Was it a fight?"


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