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"The King and the Witch" by bashmina_pashmina
The Werelupe King burst through the thick fog with a howl. Crokabeks—massive, ugly, noisy, green ones—scattered and took flight with displeased squawking as he loped across the damp grass. A Spyder—massive and ugly—screeched at him from a distance. The accursed beasts around here refused to migrate somewhere else, but they had at least learned to stay out of his way. He slowed. The fog was unusually heavy tonight, and it obscured everything. Fortunately, the familiar scent of the burrows could be sniffed out even from miles away. He didn’t need his eyes to navigate. Still… something about the fog felt off, and he didn’t like it. Dozens of distant howls answered him then, confirmation that his pack, his underlings, had heard the call...

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