"Bydor, I'm not leaving you behind!" Logaen hissed. He cried out as one wolf lashed out with claws and raked his skin, drawing blood. He mustered his strength and jumped over one wolf, spinning and stabbing it in the gut. It fell limp, and he tugged the knife free to parry teeth and claws.
"Run!" Bydor repeated. He, too, was soaked in his own blood. Logaen stood his ground and together they fought. Bydor made his way to Logaen and found himself back-to-back with the boy. Together they circled and killed wolf after wolf. The sands were stained crimson with blood.
Finally, only three remained. Logaen and Bydor had split up, Bydor fighting one and Logaen two. Logaen began to sprint away, trying to get far enough ahead to ready himself and kill both. He could feel the sand flying behind him enough to know that one wolf was right on his tail. He threw himself in the sand and stabbed upward.
The sudden dead weight on his blade told him he had killed the wolf. He didn't hear the other coming toward him, perhaps Bydor had managed to slay it. Enjoying the reprieve, for a moment he just lay there, head in the sand, breathing heavily.
He listened carefully for the other wolf. And suddenly, as he listened, he heard the sounds of the desert. Suddenly he could hear the life and understand what Saradomin had meant.
Somewhere off to his left, he could hear a lizard sliding through the sands, its tail dragging to make a swishing noise. A desert bird trilled from atop a cactus. The dying wolf beside him made a gurgling noise. A light wind whistled in the air. The sounds merged like music, some less pleasant than others, but fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
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