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When Appeh’s voice sounds between them, Qilaq shrinks back. Her ears droop against her head as she tries to follow along. They weren’t supposed to jump? Her brows knit together at the new information, looking toward Amayo who doesn’t give her any more answers but instead approaches and curls around her trembling form. She closes her eyes after a moment and sinks into her equally wet fur, feeling the heaviness of her lids.

As much as she wants to go to sleep, she finds herself wavering back and forth until finally she opens up her grey eyes once more—what has likely only been a few seconds—and murmurs into Doe’s fur, “did I do bad?”