One, with long hanging pips, was trying to edge the other, a leansome male, lest there should be the possibility of a gift.

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As insults, rips and profanes unsettled the tree tops, the dogs of demonism concluded licking up Thump's plasma, secured glares back up. Thump merely gave them appetizers. Their hungers teased, their eyeballs bristled with deep craving. “Hounds've finished their lickery...” observed Zeth.

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