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It is slow going with a wolf on three legs but she does not offer much help or rest. The sooner it is over, the sooner they can move on. Whatever happens next still feels like a blur but they can narrow it down later.

By the time they get to the redwoods, passing through several hundred yards, she has them remove the deerskin. Tree after tree doesn’t offer much and they could be going any way to someone unfamiliar. The walk is long and slow but eventually the reach the northern most part of the forest. She turns and looks at the captive, holding a harden stare.

“I will not spare you next time.”