The night was rank with the smell of man the warg stopped beneath a tree and sniffed, his grey _ brown fur dappled by shadow. A sigh of piney wind brought the man_scent to him, over fainter smells that spoke of fox and hare, seal and stag, even wolf those were man _ smells too, the warg knew; the stink of old skins, dead and sour, near drowned beneath the stronger scent of smoke and blood and rot, only man stripped the skins from other beasts and wore their hides and hair worgs have no fear of man's, as wolves do, hate and hunger coiled in his belly and he gave a low growl to his small sly sister
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