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“I’m a Greymane,” Thane said, making for the front gate. “About time I acted like one.” He paused. “Tell the Den Mother everything you told me. We both know there’s no time for anything else.”
River sighed, watching Thane’s form fade into the heavy mist hanging low over the Hound’s Tongue. Much as she hated to admit it, he was right.