Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It’s going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. Your fur won’t melt. I know, but my paws get cold when they’re wet. I’ll have Durnik make you some little booties. That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather, Garion said indignantly.
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