“I don’t either,” Season replied, shivering. I certainly don’t want to be eaten by them.” “I don’t know about that, but it is because they will sometimes come through and kill the farmer’s animal stock. I hadn’t considered that because I don’t know them and I don’t want to know them. “No,” she said, laughing, and after a moment of thought she added, “But it is possible he may be king of the wolves. “Is he the king of the forest?” Season asked. You did not ask his permission to trespass on his precious land, so he sought to dispel you. They have their loyal subjects following them all around, doing whatever they say. She replied, “What else? He thinks he has the privilege of being the king of the forest. “I believe I heard Alpha say, ‘A king is born to privilege.’ What do you think he could have meant by that?” He told her of the vulture attack and finally ended with their meeting at the pool, but Season finally steered the conversations back to the words the wolf had spoken, because he wanted her thoughts on the matter. When he got to the part where the wolves ran off with the thorns, she laughed. She looked back at him many times with eyes wide and unbelieving, but he didn’t mind, because the telling of it sounded unbelievable to his ears too. “And that’s how I ended up in the tree.” He then told her of the words the wolf spoke, how he fell out of the tree, and how the wolves ran into the briars. Season was speaking into Mule’s ear as she trudged along the path.
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