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Raptor nosed at his shoulder. The wounds there were still raw as were the gouges she had left in his snout. The wolf pawed at his face with a groan that protested the stinging and itching that accosted him, and the bodily ache that had set deep into his muscles and bones.

Exhausted, he directed himself toward the sea hopeful that he could do something about another of his woes: her scent. His fur seemed steeped in it... and he could not banish the memory of his chained failures so long as it was there, wrapping around his nose and reminding him. In reality, her scent had faded considerably. It was detectable but not as pungent as Raptor believed it to be as he hurried to the shore to soak himself in the brine and roll in seaweed to mask it.

He arrived in time to see a cinnamon-furred wolf leap from a cliff's edge and to hear her cry. "Piper!" He shouted, mistaking the unfamiliar wolf for his companion in his tremendous weariness. Raptor clamored over stone and sand and pitched himself into the ocean without thought, blind with panic as he powered through the waves, seeking the wolf's scruff to drag her ashore.