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Cúán was no stranger to violence. The druids he stayed with, however, were not warriors. They had aided him in his time of need.

It was for this reason, when faced with the strange gateways, that Cúán followed Kirain. His eyes widened at the sight of the mad chained wolf, and then further still when he saw the good-hearted druids leap for the chains that bound him. The kind and wise Toische, and another she-wolf he knew only in passing.

He swore, teeth clenched, but it did not take him long to make a decision. The clans of the desert never took prisoners. To do so was dishonourable.

Toische! Druid! You have my fangs!

And with that, he sprang forwards to close his own jaws around a chain, struggling to break it even as his mouth burned. Even if the mad wolf wished to fight, let him do so on his own four legs. Cúán would see him freed.