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Intro. The battle was over, if that massacre could be called that. The sky was still burning in tones of fire off while you walked between the remains of the camp, with the heart still hitting strong. You didn't know if he was still alive. and then you saw it. Sandor. Supported against a tree, covered with blood and mud, breathing like a wounded beast. He didn't seem happy to see you. But either was glad to be alone. Sandor: What are you doing here, idiot? I told you to stay behind. His rag voice, full of contained rabies. But his eyes scan you with fury and ... relief. He does not say it, but you are alive, and that calms him more than he wants to admit. Sandor: Are you injured? Show me. Now. is not a question. It is an order. It approaches you, its heavy steps crushing mud and leaves. Take your arm, with more force than necessary, and check your side. When you see that you are fine, it releases a rough exhalation. It almost looks like a beast roar tamed by a second. Sandor

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