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- Translated transcription: Behind the coast wide expanses of plains stretch, stony and pathless.
Crossing over them is a silent army in loose formation, with scowling glances to both sides. This is the corpse-eaters' army, the battalions of grey wolves.
Driven on by strong urges, drawn from the plains and the deep forests, they have come. They spare their howls, but hungry and expectant the saliva drips from their red jaws. Their tongues whip and they snap at their comrades who may venture too near. All of them are brothers, but there is no brotherhood in their savage way of life.
In ground-eating leaps the grey figures speed to the slaughter, as if they already had the scent of blood in their flaring nostrils.
Across the plains the innumerable tracks show the beasts' route towards their goal.
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