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glared coldly at Taunina's headless body.
He turned on his son with all his Laichanan ferocity. "Why do you have to be so foolish all the time?" his harsh words grated on Malach's ears. "You got Taunina killed. Now we are one less Laichanan to hunt with."
"And one less mouth to feed." Magan countered, holding her ribs where the Diabaine’s heavy boot had landed and gazing balefully at her father from where she sat.
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