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Helissent turns back to Mr. Gulley. “Go on.”

“That is all,” he says. After a moment, he adds, “I think the wolf plans for my son to free it, so that it can ravage through the world and eat everybody. Or maybe my daughter, if — I don’t really know how wolf-inheritance works.”

She nods.

“Go on,” she says.

Miserably, he says, “I am hoping that I or my son will kill it instead. I am dedicating my life to this eventuality.”

She straightens. She looks over the wolf. She thinks inscrutable Helissent thoughts. If the wolf could read her mind, they would probably sound like: “blah blah blah blah Fenris blah blah Fenris blah blah blah eat? blah blah son kill blah.”

That is this artist’s rendition of the matter. The wolf cannot actually read minds.

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