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He seemed to be all right, though she listened carefully to his self-assessment. He was okay; he hurt everywhere; but nothing was broken. Raven made a small heh sound, then shook her head. She was perfectly fine, as Trick had largely cushioned her fall. He didn't need to be concerned.

"Are you sure?" she pressed. "I can check you over if you want. And once we get out of here, I can give you something for the aches and pains." Raven stalled there, yellow eyes drifting from Trick to the four earthen walls of their shared prison cell.

How were they going to get out of this pickle? Perhaps she could have climbed on him to get out, only she wasn't about to harm him in the name of escape. And that would leave him still trapped. She was not a vengeful wolf, so there was no appeal in leaving him here, even if he might deserve it a little bit.

"Any bright ideas?" she asked, staving off a resurgence of panic. "Should we try calling for more help?"