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     The previous night had passed without trouble; no predator of the land nor sky had dared interrupt the sleeping kirunhound and his adoptive egg. As the sun gradually rose above the horizon to begin a new dawn, the hulking beast stirred. The shadows of the great walls surrounding Tenet could not shield him from the dawn’s rays, forcing his eyes to open and accept the light. ...

     Tenet had been wandering Azorna for some time, with no ‘point B’ in mind. Under normal circumstances he’d be braving the wilderness, but drastic times calls for drastic measures: the Ull Canyons were especially treacherous, water even more sparse than Tenet’s homeland in the Veldt. So, he stopped by a nearby town for supplies- he hated to admit it, but without the help of someone more knowledg...