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Flare stretched out on the sheepskin with some satisfaction. He hadn’t expected to get such a catch while he was out hunting, but she had a wonderful addition to his trophies. The hunter had a collection of horns, teeth, and an elephant’s tusk lying on a table in the corner of the room. He hadn’t had a chance to hang them yet, his preparations had left him too busy.

He closed his eyes, and after a while the scent of fresh herbs caught his sensors. Exhaustion seeped in, his long days and longer hunts catching up to him. By the time Demzela’s paws touched the sheepskin, his breathing had evened out, and a soft snore escaped his muzzle. The Ghazi was fast asleep.


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