“Hello, Wolf Queen.”
“Hello, Old King.”
“Friend,” he said, “my people are valiant, but the foe is vast. We stand alone.”
“Not alone. I stand with you.”
He lifts his sword. “Go, the wolves need you.”
“No, for my kingdom stands with me.”
The hills howled.
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