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Sorry for the delay!

“They can take turns,” she assured him with a silly grin. But her grin quickly morphed into a frown when he mentioned Atticus. The poor dude was pretty helpless (and possibly hopeless), and while she would never admit it, Fox had hoped that he would just die and get it over with. He was a leech in the pack, and the practical side of her wanted to abandon him... or put him out of his misery. She could not imagine what it must be like to be him, nor did she want to. If anything like that ever happened to her, she would rather be dead than a zombie.

When he spoke again, she drew herself up beside him and peered into the burrow. “Just how small do you think I am?” she asked, tossing him a sideways glance. “I think we can dig it out, don’t you?” Sure, there was the chance that the critter would get away, but that was always a risk they had to take. All part of the process.