“Explanation?” Rychard frowned, the fond memories of his baby sister dissolving under Liliane’s scrutiny. Didn’t think I needed an explanation for something that happened years ago, though he was polite enough not to say so.
As they were speaking, they had been closing in on the cross-breed hound, who was sniffing busily back and forth, waiting for the pair to catch up. Hunkering down in the calf-high grass, “they’re definitely nearby, let’s see if we can’t flush some out.”
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Survival (Track), Hunting Dog, TN9 11
