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Surprisingly, the other female did not come at her again. Theia's tense muscles unwound slightly, feeling it was relatively safe to assume she was finished. Finally, she thought, lowering her head to tear off another scrap of meat from the carcass, though her ice-cold glare never left the stranger even for a second. Now that she had a moment to breathe, she realize how utterly exhausted she was from that scrap, short as it was. Theia was ready to collapse, but that wasn't an option so long as this wolf was around. She was already famished, then this cretin had to come along and make her waste precious energy. And now, she had a bleeding wound on her stomach to boot that hadn't ceased in its pangs.