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Ka’ya waved her hand at the wolfhounds. The alpha snorted and settled down closer to her while the other two moved out to scout the area. She walked over to the wolfhound and ran an affectionate hand over its muzzle before turning to look at the unconscious male.
“He doesn’t look like much of a raider,” Ka’ya remarked, tilting her head to assess the man. “His clothing may be filthy, but it is of excellent quality. I wonder if he stole it.”
The wolfhound sneezed at Ka’ya’s quiet musings. She had found the three orphaned pups before they had been weaned from their b***h. She had come upon their mother after she had been killed by a more aggressive b***h. It was obvious she had still been nursing.
It had taken Ka’ya a day and a half to find the den. The b***h that had killed their mothe
