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Brinn awoke tangled in quilts after an uneasy night of dreaming that every one of the outlaws were being viciously attacked by the wolves. She was unhappy after yesterday, having her gender exposed....now everyone would think her as a wimpy little girl. She sighed and pulled off her hood, running her fingers through her closely cropped hair. Replacing the hood, Brinn wandered over to where tgwbs and Nogrod sat, still half asleep. She looked around at the sleeping others and began a head count...eight of them. Wait, eight? All of them were still alive. And there was no evidence of a struggle.
"So the werewolves did not attack?" Brinn muttered. "But what does this mean? Could it be that our wolves are sleepers....Izzy maybe, and Gil-Galad who is still away? Or perhaps the wolves are more clever and actually chose not to attack in order to fool us all into thinking they are actually sleepers..."
Brinn rubbed her eyes, feeling rather frustrated.
"A death last Night would've almost been welcome. At least then we would have a clue on who the wolves could be. But now, I'm completely stumped."
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