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Guy was woken earlier than his usual time by nightmares of werewolves. He sat up, bolt upright, and looked around in fear.
Nogrod looked over at him and smiled. "Everybody's alive! They're all still sleeping, but I've counted; nobody's missing save Mim and Gil. Most peculiar..."
Guy didn't entirely trust him and counted himself. So it is true, he thought. We were lucky last night, but this night has been even better! Although... this lack of nightly death does make it difficult to calculate who the wolves may be. We have no records or insight into how they think.
"I think you're right," he said to Nogrod, who was the only other one awake, though one or two others were stirring. "The wolves must have slept through this night, for there is no hint of any struggle. It does indeed seem that we have inexperienced or flippant wolves, taking the night before into account too.
That said, Mr Nogrod, I have a few metaphorical bones to pick with you. But I'll get there soon..."
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