"No," Tiffany says, and then self-edits to a halfway-to-breathless, "maybe--"
Armor shed, stripped to her shirtsleeves and breeches, she's sweating like she's just finished two hour's drilling in the training yard. She ought to be wearing the protective leather gloves as well--and she will, in just a moment, because she does not want to lose any fingers today, thanks very much--but this is hot work, and it's hard enough to hold to the leather lead of a spooked wolf.
A wolf, on a lead. Madness.
"It's hard to keep accurate count, because this fellow--"
Before she can even finish the sentence, a second wolf pops into inexplicable existence just a few feet away. It is identical to the captured wolf in every way, down to its black toenails and the darker gray of its thick ruff. Distressed by its very strange birth, the second wolf's eyes cross, its ears lay back, its tail sinks between its legs. The wolf that Tiffany is trying to master, meanwhile, gives a huge tug on its lead, nearly pulling her off her feet.
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Armor shed, stripped to her shirtsleeves and breeches, she's sweating like she's just finished two hour's drilling in the training yard. She ought to be wearing the protective leather gloves as well--and she will, in just a moment, because she does not want to lose any fingers today, thanks very much--but this is hot work, and it's hard enough to hold to the leather lead of a spooked wolf.
A wolf, on a lead. Madness.
"It's hard to keep accurate count, because this fellow--"
Before she can even finish the sentence, a second wolf pops into inexplicable existence just a few feet away. It is identical to the captured wolf in every way, down to its black toenails and the darker gray of its thick ruff. Distressed by its very strange birth, the second wolf's eyes cross, its ears lay back, its tail sinks between its legs. The wolf that Tiffany is trying to master, meanwhile, gives a huge tug on its lead, nearly pulling her off her feet.
"Oh, by Andraste--"