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North American (General) Spanish (Central American)Transcript
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Richard thought Chase would be angry, but he wasn't. Thanks. Don't do it again. Or you were standing there thinking about it. They almost had you, Zidan. Callen were right. Don't argue with them. Next time, Richard felt his ears burning. He knew they were right. But it didn't make him feel any better about not helping a friend Chase Gallon asked. You said they had gotten something. Was that true? His face was stone cold in the moonlight. Yes, one of my men. I don't know which one. He turned back to the trail and wrote on in silence. They set up camp on a high hill to give a clear view of anything that approached, Chasen said. Tended to the horses Well, Richard and Callen started the fire, unpacking the bread, cheese and dried fruit and begin cooking a simple stew. She went with him and scouted for firewood among the sparse trees. Hoping carry it back. He told her the two of them would make a good team. She smiled a little smile and turned away. He took her arm and turned her back Gelon. If it had been you, I would have come after you. He said, meaning more than the words he spoke. She studied his eyes. Please, Richard, don't even say that. She gently pulled her arm away and went back to camp. When the other two back from tending the horses came into the firelight. Richard could see that the scabbard strapped over chases shoulder was empty, the short sword missing one of his battle axis and several long knives were gone, too. Not that this left him defenseless. Far from it, the mace hanging from his belt was covered in blood from one into the other. His gauntlets were soaked with it, and it was splattered everywhere on him. Without comment, he pulled a knife, cried a three inch yellowish tooth from the mace. After wiping the blood off his hands and face, he sat down in the front of the fire with the others. Richard tossed the stick into the fire chase. What were those creatures that were after us? And how could anything go in and out of those boundaries? Chase picked up a loaf of bread and tore off about 1/3. He met Richard's eyes. The cold, heartless Howland's there about twice the size of a wolf. Big barrel chest heads or kind of flat, big snout full of teeth fist. I'm not sure what color they are. The only problem night. Well, until today, that IHS. But it was too dark in those woods to tell. And anyway, I was kind of busy. There were more than I've ever seen together before, though. Why are they called Heart hounds? Chase? Shoot a piece of bread? Has he stared back with intense eyes? That's a matter of some debate. Hot hands have big, rounded ES. Some say they can find a man by the beating of his heart. Richard's eyes widened. Chase took another bite of bread chewing for a minute. Others say they're called hard hounds because of how they kill the commenter chest. Most predators go for the throat, but not how it sounds. They go straight for your heart. They have big enough teeth to get the job done.