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She didn't stop to answer Liffey's question. Spurred on by the thumping and scratching coming from below, Raven just kept digging, ignoring the fatigue in her muscles and refusing to stop even when they began to cramp then seize. She would be sore for days after this but what did it matter? This might literally be the difference between life or death for the puppies, there was no way she was going to slow down unless her body absolutely failed her.

Before that could happen—and it was a lot closer than the Gamma might have suspected, after the preceding days of stress, grief and exertion—there was a shift beneath her feet. Raven didn't even have a chance to try scrambling backward, she immediately tumbled forward into the opening that suddenly gave way beneath her. Her body smacked roughly against something hard and ice cold, knocking the wind out of her, and when Raven's mouth opened in a desperate gasp, it was filled with the snow that collapsed in on top of her.