Milo, Tulgey, and Grognak approached the kennels under the light of a sickle moon. Grog opened his mouth to speak 'soft-like'. "Why, didja reckon, we need a scrap of yonder 'hounds fur?" Milo winced, but Tulgy spoke up softly. "Magic. Seeking magic, like what's in a compass, except we're not trying to find north." "I's heard that you needin a bit of the dog which bit yah, after you drank from the jug o' moonshine. Liken this ta that?" Tulgy breathed in and was about to launch a long explanation into how a beasts nature was tucked away in so much as a whisker, but Milo touched his shoulder and cut in. "Precisely, like that." He gestured at the kennel ahead, "Want to keep a watch out while we do our thing?" Grognak nodded and Milo and Tulgey crept across the street. As they approached, one of the dogs lifted its head and eyed the approaching strangers. A low growl left his throat and Milo and Tulgey hal...
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