Fret asked, cautiously moving behind the folds of Dove’s forest-green cape. Dove, and even Roddy, also moved tentatively, for while the creature seemed dead, they had never seen anything quite like it. It appeared to be some strange, giant-sized mutation between a goblin and a wolf.They gained in courage as they neared the body, convinced that it was truly dead. Dove bent low and tapped it with her sword.“It has been dead for more than a day, by my guess,” she announced.“But what is it?” Fret asked again. “Half-breed,” Roddy muttered.Dove closely inspected the creature’s strange joints. She noted, too, the many wounds inflicted upon the thing—tearing wounds, like those caused by the scratching of a great cat.“Shape-changer,” guessed Gabriel, keeping watch at the side of the rocky area.Dove nodded. “Killed halfway through.”“I never heared of any goblin wizards,” Roddy protested.“Oh, yes,” Fret began, smoothing the sleeves of his soft-clothed tunic. “There was, of course, Grubby the Wiseless, pretended archmage, who …”A whistle from high above stopped the dwarf.
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