The sky is clear, the waning moon high, the sound in the distance of waves crashing against the shore. The party has been over for a while, with nothing terribly untoward happening, and now Robb, Edmund and Grey Wind are sitting on the sand outside Edmund's shelter, quiet, calm
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He still can't quite believe it happened really, but that's all right. His fingers slide into Grey Wind's fur momentarially, scratching the wolf behind the ears.
"Are you certain you're still all right with loving such a horribly old man?"
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"You shouldn't even ask that."
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