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Panic snaked its long, cold fingers up into Saena's throat and made breathing difficult, or maybe that was the weight of snow pressing in around her. She struggled in place, trying and failing to find a footing to drag herself out with, but her thrashing only made the problem worse. Snow fell around her from above, and soon enough, she was buried. Thoroughly mired in snow and easily ten feet deep in a tree well, the first female slowly began to suffocate.

But she was lucky, for her comrade—Dagfinn—soon cottoned on to the problem. Saena heard and felt his spade-like paws digging into the snow, and when he opened a small pocket of air, she sucked it in greedily and whined quietly. She was glad he found her, but couldn't find the words to express it as he opened a wider and wider hole in the snow. Only then did Saena notice Tryphon with him. She was still oblivious to the fact that the yellow-masked wolf followed her around, but she was thankful to see him here, helping.

She struggled again, kicking out against the powder beneath her in an effort to free her hindquarters.