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"As good a plan as any," Flame replied. "I am to be the bait, I suppose?" A note of the old cynicism entered his voice, soon suppressed. "Because I can do it if needed."

The wolf growled, stalking towards them. The time for talking was over. Flame suddenly whirled towards the wolf, shouting: "Hey, beast! Over here's some dinner!"

He would then prepare to sprint, sprint forwards in whatever direction Alistair ordered...