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“Forget about the last horse. We’ve been too long; we need to take what we have and go. It sounds like they’re in trouble.” Sondo and Marroc were backing away from the horse. The others had fled in their blind fear. Marroc didn't blame them.
Rory had two small packs and Marroc another one. They ran back to camp. It was a scene of chaos. Wolves snapping at the big folk and the hobbits. Sondo grabbed a rock and hurled it at a wolf.
Marroc followed his lead and hit one square on the jaw. The angered wolf turned to him and snarled. Marroc picked up another rock. This time the beast was ready. He snarled at Marroc. The young hobbit was too frightened to move. The wolf lunged at Marroc, Marroc moved aside quickly, but still the wolf caught his leg. As the wolf landed Marroc swung the bag he was carrying and knocked the wolf off balance.
"Come on!" Sondo called, trying to round up the hobbits. Marroc took a moment and inspected his cut. Nothing serious, not even all that deep. Well, that's a relief, he thought as he went after Sondo.
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