. The outcasts . A^OLD, weakling gray-light wastouching with ghastly frescothe Belly Buttes when Atimstretched out his paw and scratched im-patiently at Shags leather side. TheBull came back slowly out of his heavysleep. Gently, Wolf Brother, he criedpetulantly; your claws are wondrousstrong, and my side has many sore spots— love scars from my Brother Bulls/ You 11 have worse than Bull scarsif you dont wake up, answered Atim ;cant you hear something? Shag tipped his massive head sideways 21 The Outcasts with drowsy inquiry, the heavy lidsopening in unwilling laziness. A muf-fled, palpitating b
. The outcasts . A^OLD, weakling gray-light wastouching with ghastly frescothe Belly Buttes when Atimstretched out his paw and scratched im-patiently at Shags leather side. TheBull came back slowly out of his heavysleep. Gently, Wolf Brother, he criedpetulantly; your claws are wondrousstrong, and my side has many sore spots— love scars from my Brother Bulls/ You 11 have worse than Bull scarsif you dont wake up, answered Atim ;cant you hear something? Shag tipped his massive head sideways 21 The Outcasts with drowsy inquiry, the heavy lidsopening in unwilling laziness. A muf-fled, palpitating beat was in the sulkymorning air; it was like the monotonousthump of a war drum over on the Re-serve. What is it? queried the Bull, rais-ing his head with full-aged dignity. Eagle Shoes pinto is pounding thetrail; the Run is on/ answered Atim. Shag heaved his huge body to hisknees wearily, struggled to his feet withstiff-limbed action, and shook his gauntsides. You need nt do that/ sneeredAtim; not much grass st
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