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... the wreckage left in the wake of the fierce battle between the pirate ships.
Their breaths hung in the cool night air as they approached the scene, their keen senses alert to any sign of intruders or danger.
The scent of blood and gunpowder lingered like a bitter perfume, evidence of the violent clash that had taken place.
The largest of the werewolves, their leader, known as Ulric, stepped forward, his voice a low, gravelly growl as he spoke to his pack in a language bot ...
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