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Tá sé i gcónaí ar an mbealach seo
"It has always been this way.."
Ós rud é brúite an mac tíre chéad cos ar an ithir agus beheld fear mar a dheartháir
"Since the first wolf pressed paw on the soil and beheld man as his brother..."
Mar sin, bhí cheap muid go léir ba mhaith linn a áireamh mar is ionann agus in ainneoin an méid simularities raibh ár n-anam.
"So had we all thought we would be treated as equals despite what simularities our souls lacked." Agus bhí ár n-...
.....
Agus bhí ár n-...
A cracking twig haltered the next words of the strange tongue. Far off, like the touchings of a fly's wings beating a plastered tree, came soft barks. Conversational ones.
The cracked muzzle bone hesitated and the red, shriveled tongue drew across it's pointed, evil looking fangs. For a moment it considered almost, then snapped with an inpatient snap.
How rude. Someone close by...!
Whatever spoke halted in it's taste and settled down quietly beside the frozen, cold body of a day old kill. A rabbit's corpse from what the moonlight covered.
And it waited.





