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Fenris wasn't far ahead. The warg, who was far more hesitant about approaching the giants, caught up to him, and he ventured a comforting hand into the saddlebag. "I shall not let anything happen to you, Mercutio."

"Fenris really ought to be more concerned about himself." Klethi had ignored the business with the apple and the man being turned into an angel or whatever Hazarmaveth did with the dead; she had little interest in mortals once they were sent to realms she had a harder time influencing. "The platypus would have no trouble outmaneuvering such creatures. Not that Fenris would have much difficulty, either; he doesn't stumble over his feet as often as he does his words." She sat, arms crossed. "Lycaon, I was hoping by now your daughter would have killed something already. The're ten minutes into their adventure and I have seen nothing die. Does she disappoint often? Other than with her alcoholism and poor attitude."