I am Kazak

I had a dream one night. I was in a fog when I saw a flickering light from a campfire. As I walked toward the light, I began to see an old man in skins and leather. He was old and grizzled, but a giant of a man even while sitting. Seated next to him was an old woman-still beautiful but smaller-resting beside him in his embrace.

Then I saw the wolves. Huge and menacing, with their teeth bared and the hair rising on their backs. She whistled, and the wolves quieted. Then he motioned me over.

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