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He continued to dig, and to dig, and to dig, as if he were the one trapped beneath the snow, suffocating. He couldn't breathe while the anxiety spasmed through his body. Then there was some sign of success — Dagfinn breaking through to the soft dampness of Saena's fur — and Tryphon became increasingly aware of how panicked he felt. He didn't notice the tawny body of Indra squished in between them; he only had eyes for Saena, and kept on digging while the darker of the digging trio grabbed at her scruff.