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She struggled, and then felt a pinch to the back of her neck. Was she being aided or hindered? It was a prime opportunity for Thuringwethil to remove a pest from her ranks, a possible usurper, before anything ill could befall Drageda. That was what Seregryn would have done if the situation was reversed - or rather, if someone she loathed was stuck in such a predicament. She'd have let them starve in the trench, or maybe even end their lives as they sat suspended on the edge. But then the heda pulled, and Seregryn was freed from her awkward mid-air dance. The feeling of her chest being tugged through the dirt was painful although she dared not make a noise, not wanting to appear weak before her leader - even if her struggles pointed in that direction.

When she was safe and secure on land, she got to her paws, looked to Thuringwethil with a bright expression, and then dropped her tongue out of her mouth and panted plainly before her. After a minute or two she slurped her tongue back in to her head and said, Thank-you, heda. I will be more careful in the future.