Nighteyes came immediately to our part of the tent, and lay down between the Fool and the outer wall. He set his great head on the Fool’s chest and heaved a sigh before closing his eyes. I almost felt jealous. He’s colder than you are. Much colder. And, in the city, where hunting was so poor, he often shared food with me. So. He is pack, then? I asked with a trace of amusement. You tell me, Nighteyes challenged me. He saved your life, fed you from his kills and shared his den with you. Is he pack with us or not? I suppose he is, I said after a moment’s consideration. I had never seen things in
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