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I turned into a wolf and ran towards the city... I ran fast, so by evening I had covered more than half the distance... Hmm... I'm hungry... I noticed... A DEER... Again... Well, at least its meat is tasty... I'm lucky... It's almost dead again... Now I can kill it without feeling any regret... I pounced on the almost dead deer and quickly ended its suffering... Mmm... Meat... Delicious... And not poisoned... It was dying from a wound... From a sword... Then I heard with my keen hearing the noise of an army... After resting a little, I ran on...
*THE MEAT IS GOOD, NO POISON*
*THE MEAT IS GOOD, NO POISON*
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...