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Across the river? No wonder she hadn't been aware of other wolves - Damascus avoided water as much as she was able, and had only traced a route along the river because she had been sick of staring at trees and over foothills. In hindsight she should've done her due diligence and kept herself informed; had this been any other wolf from any other pack, maybe things would've been different. Thankfully things had worked out this time.

Hearing of her new friend's injury made her briefly ignore the doe; they began to stretch out and inspect themselves, and so Damascus gave some cursory glances, but inevitably shrugged. I didn't get close enough, she explained, then set her sights back on the deer as it struggled. It was bleeding from multiple points and beginning to sway, yet tried not to remove its own gaze from the two waiting wolves.

Damascus tensed as she watched, but then gave Sunspot another look - as if asking permission to jump in and end the doe. It was, technically, Sunspot's kill. If she was too injured then Damascus would take the glory, but first she'd have to make sure it was alright. Seeing the glance, the doe made a strange little noise - a strangled sound, almost like a death wrattle - and suddenly bolted for the water.