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I fell like a wolf into a sheepfold,

or reckless actions and their consequences.

The territory of the former community of Stanislav and Vladimir.

Arthur stood with his back to the bed, where with each new hoarse breath life left his father's body. Father? The man smiled bitterly. Rather, a leader, because as a real father, Arseny never showed himself. Maybe that's why his heir did not feel any emotions suitable for such a situation right now. No pain, no suffering, no desire to prevent the light tread of Mara, the Goddess of death, who is about to come to take the soul of a man. Nothing. When my mother died, everything was different. She and her sister did not leave her bed, praying to all existing Gods and spirits, asking them to delay the inevitable. Now it wasn't like that.

Arthur was tormented only by the expectation. After all, as soon as Arseniy dies, he will need to go out to the wolfdogs of the community and declare his rights as the leader of the pack.

- Arthur? - Quietly ope