Rand hesitated, looking around. Sheriam missed a step. They obeyed, with only a little hesitation. He fingered a hoofed track.
Out of the wind would be good, too. Red shied at his cry; clay crumbled under the stallion's hoof, spilling into the pit. Perhaps I will be the one who places the collar around your lovely throat. I'll bet we won't either of us cry ourselves to sleep on an adventure.
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