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"Zayed! Finish it!" yelled Tamuz. Zayed obeyed instantly, letting loose his last dagger. It flew clear and true, and just as the wolf was getting ready to pounce again at the man, the knife struck it in its throat. The force of the impact sent the wolf reeling to the side, and it whimpered and gurgled blood quite pitifully.

He realized he had been breathing hard. Tamuz was leaning against the bark of a tree, looking quite winded. "I don't think there are more," he said.

Zayed turned to look at the man. The stranger had dark blonde hair and stood taller than Zayed. Zayed was always conscious of his height and never stood next to tall people if he could help it.

"You look alright," he said. "Glad we were in the vicinity, huh?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?" asked Tamuz with genuine concern in his voice.