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“I should tell you that we are awakening all of the Canidae, not merely your own species. You must tell me if that is unwelcome.” Hell, thought Monty, shivering. All the Canidae. Wolves I can take, but foxes, jackals, dingoes, and…and…and…all those others. “Is that a problem?” The voice was full of concern.”

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