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Stone-faced and free from any and all hesitation he nodded to Heda, and glanced fleetingly to Blixen before he moved to take an edge of the skin in his teeth to hoist it up over the mahogany-coated captive. Tall enough to make the motion, and unconcerned about a wounded wolf's retaliation (he dared her to try, though), he then stayed close to her as a looming presence—an uncomfortable breath down her neck, most likely, and there he would stay.

Once sure the skin was serving its purpose after a fine adjustment to be sure, and another quick glimpse to Antumbra and Blixen, he gave a rumble to get them moving. Still, he hung by her side, watchful to ensure she didn't try anything slippery.. but she seemed compliant enough, and hopefully aware that her life hung on the line. A wrong step here would do her no favors.