Worst comes to worst I suppose I try to befriend one of these hippo fellows. [She says mildly, not at all afraid of getting chomped in two.] Since you are both much too busy.
I didn't say I would try to ride one. My voice travels further than a beast can run without me noticing. I've escaped wolves almost as big as you before. [A beat passes, she considers the general environment of this land and then says.] Uh. Do you know what wolves are?
Uhm. Have you hounds or other canines? Foxes? Hunting dogs? A wolf is a large beast, often the size of a small man or larger. Ours are larger because we are close to Angband I believe. They are usually grey or black, though some are brown. They look quite fierce and foreboding. They hunt in packs, and in our case have a taste for elves and men. [Again, Angband.] They cannot climb trees like a cat but they can leap far and lunge, their teeth are very big and suitable for ensnaring the unfortunate souls who cross them when they feel bold or hungry.
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If you would like to be hurt then so be it, I suppose. [But then he thinks of Thoth and what Thoth would say.] I would not, though.
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[He doesn't know the word.]
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