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- The Hork-Bajir’s leg was in bad shape. I let go of it. I leaped up the length of his body. He slashed at me, but weakly. His night-sight was not as good as mine. He didn’t see me as clearly as I saw him.
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- But it was too late for the Hork-Bajir. Too late to keep the wolf that was me from doing what its instincts taught it to do.
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