There was a deep, forbidding 'wooof' of agreement, and the dog bounded into the forest, his eyes visible in the dark night. He never went so fast that he lost Vance, but he went as fast as he could.
Hecate had said to make haste, so he was, loping easily over and through obstacles.
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