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The wolf — whose charcoal-freckled face was dappled now with crimson — leapt with predatory grace and sank his fangs into the goat’s neck, and Szymon snarled triumphantly as he humped his back to pull the herbivore’s leg out from under him, trying to keep the obsidian horns from goring his ally. Charon fought like a wolf with specific insider knowledge regarding these horned beasts, and Szymon hoped his horrendous stutter would allow him to ask questions after the deed was done. He was new to killing land mammals who were not invading wolves, for his family was sustained by the Sea. Still, with new pack members came new ignorance of fishing and beachcombing, and it never hurt to fill the caches with some of the fare they were more accustomed to.

The youngest Cairn considered Charon a tentative ally — just as he considered Grayday — and, as before, would feel much less inclined to be prickly when a fresh kill was on the table. He only hoped the other wolf would see things the same way. Snarling, the golden-eyed boy whipped his head furiously to the side, his fangs closing down on bone. The goat’s thrashes were growing weaker thanks to Charon’s quick work, and Szymon’s thunderous growl crooned approval toward the Moonspear wolf — keeping his eyes on the horns of the beast all the while.