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| 18 | 77 | Howling, it leapt to its View more quotes about feet">feet, backing away from me, baring its fangs. |
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| 18 | 74 | My ax was raised. |
| 18 | 75 | It rolled wildly to one side. |
| 18 | 76 | My blow fell against its left shoulder blade, dividing it. |
| 18 | 77 | Howling, it leapt to its feet, backing away from me, baring its fangs. |
| 18 | 78 | I followed it. |
| 18 | 79 | It turned suddenly and leapt away. |
| 18 | 80 | I caught it before the opening of a pavilion tent, one of those of Thorgard of Scagnar, perhaps his own. |