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Vercingetorix kept close as Caiaphas made her approach, waiting to lend his support as backup. Today was the day, and excitement simmered in his blood. He watched and waited, pacing, muscles bunched.

The howl rose up and he snapped to attention: had Blackhead been spotted already? Shit. He moved into a lope, headed toward the noise.

Only to come within sighting distance just as the sea witch flung the little ragdoll body of a broken pup from her jaws.

Oh what the fuck. What the FUCK.

Myriad emotions tumbled through him as he stood, petrified, rooted to the ground. His stomach churned. He'd seen a lot of horrifying things in battle and could deal with them all, but slaying children was where he drew a line. Not to mention, it brought to mind his own babies -- and the danger he could put them in, should he bring them to Rusalka.

Verx wheeled and took off, headed for the fox glade. If no one stopped him, he'd be sick, there, vomiting up an empty stomach. . .and then he'd return to the sea ASAP. Things must be done. He realized that now more than ever.

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