"Remember those scents," Hrimhari calmly tells the other adult wolves present, to calm acknowledgments. He doesn't even need to say what should be done with those of that group who return without explicit leave. One does not lightly patronize Hrimhari Hróðvitnisson in his own autonomous principality.
"Are you all right, my stars?" He asks the girls as he crouches, then. "Are you injured, Vincent?"
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