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She’d moved into a light sprint to keep up with Rose’s longer gait, head now up and arced to listen to her information. As the storm grumble about them in thunder, her attention, too, went to those of theirs against the Sound wolves. While they neared the hollowed store of herbs, she could only pray that their Drakru would survive the long night—Tux, Verx, heda, East, Easy, and all those others she hadn’t met yet.

The only thing she could do was to follow the healer, and wait for further instruction on the herbs first. ”What needs to be taken first?” She certainly didn’t want to retrieve them the wrong way, and mistakenly annihilate them with her fangs—it’d be catastrophe.