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Thatcher’s gaze shifted to the other two as he listened in on the conversation. Morana sat to his left, seeming almost as still as a statue. He looked down at the hound, giving a few clicks that asked ‘Should we join them?’ The hounds heads looked up, two giving the answer yes but the very right, the more hostile seeming one, said no. He frowned slightly, repeating the clicks in quicker way to say ‘Majority rules.’
