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Aimé yelped; Alli shuddered; the rain started to drizzle down.
"Quite the coincidence that a wolf should be lurking exactly where we're hiding" said Alli. "It's almost as if, out of all the millions of places to hide in the world, and the millions of places that the wolves won't be able to search tonight, we just so happened to find them, thus assuring tension-filled escapades."
"Not necessarily so, my dear" countered Aimé. "I suspect the only tension we will suffer tonight is....uh, nevermind. Look. No-one knows we're in the graveyard. We even slyly implied — to any eavesdroppers — that we would be going somewhere else. We're, like, total master deceivers." He chuckled manically.
Alli agreed that Aimé made a good point, and accepted that whatever the source of that howl, it probably wasn't a werewolf of any sort — let alone the werewolf that was after Alli.
"It was probably just a hyena" offered Aimé. "There are many hyenas in Mordor. Did you know that the Orcs are blaming them for taking their jobs? It's mad."
Alli nodded thoughtfully, and almost fell over. The howl resonated once more.
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