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Gale snorted, eyes darting off into the thicket as he silenced. Varys walked out, scratched up and limping. |
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Kayla just twirled the dagger between her hands |
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Gale watched the wolf, calmer than ever as he limped over and looked up at the man. He grabbed Varys and slung him up over his shoulders, the weight dragging him down a smidge. "Let's go set up camp," He ordered, walking off into the woods. |
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Kayla nodded and followed |
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Gale got to work, snatching Kayla's needle and thread and a few other things. |
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(spice?) Gale finished, silently staying as Varys struggled to remain awake. He stroked the wolf's fur softly, knowing he would lose the last part of Sage-his best friend, his lifeline, his brother-all gone. Varys let out one last breath before all was still and silent, Gale stilling his hand before standing and leaving Varys where he was. |
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(like drama ) "Well, there goes that." He mumbled quietly, settling down. |
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Idk...ask chatgpt 🤷) Kayla went to Gale, placing a hand on his shoulder |
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