The Windy Wolf PT 3
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The monster raised a thick black claw, waggling it in show of disagreement, before pointing it at her. Its voice gurgled, a malevolent laugh that belonged to the dark places of the world. "For you.. Came.. For you..." Aryll's eyes widened, she staggered forward, sword flailing wildly, but the creature powerfully swung out its arm, claws meeting her as she ran.