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The white woman and her pack of fleethounds is once again taking the air outside. The sight of ten hunting dogs, even if seven of them are untried puppies, running together is an impressive sight. The woman running at the front of the pack is no less impressive; she exceeds the speed of the dogs with an easy grace.
Under normal circumstances (and nothing about this place can count) normal hunters ride horses to keep pace with fleethounds. The fleet in their name is not merely for show.
Under normal circumstances (and nothing about this place can count) normal hunters ride horses to keep pace with fleethounds. The fleet in their name is not merely for show.