The stoutland spoke something - but it was in human. Garad quickly matched the smoke to the fire and realized this was the hunter's dog. A stoutland twice his size stared back, teeth bared. He looked right and left for some den to hide out at and enjoy his meal in private. Either way, he bit down on the bird’s neck and ran. In its chest was a bleeding hole - the cause of death, Garad deduced. Right in front of him, as if served by a mother to her pup, landed a big, plump unfezant. And just a second later, the purpose of that gunshot became clear. It was the bang of that terrible, deadly human weapon - the gun. when suddenly, a loud BANG split the air! A runt's attempt to prove his worth to his pack accidentally leads him to befriend the enemy - a human.
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