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Saena hurt? As the words passed his lips, Tryphon felt the heat of his blood seemingly run cold within his veins. His eyes widened in surprise to his news, but then squinted with concern, having lost all of his interest in the weather.

If she was in need, they would provide. They were pack.

The boy was quick to agree. Turkeys -- yes, okay. He nodded, although according to his memory he had never before encountered such a creature. He did not mention this, choosing instead to hide his ignorance (his inadequacy) in favor of getting straight to work.

He branched away from the gathering but kept his wits trained upon Dagfinn. A few paces later, he trudged to a stop and canted his head towards the darker wolf, expecting him to lead the way.