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Worry and fear punched Wylla's gut as she watched Mahler sink into the darkness, flashing his teeth in a pained grimace that sparked painful electricity along her nerves. He ground out a request that she wasn't sure she could fulfill, but she bobbed her head anyway. Phaedra was as willful as she was reserved. She'd have her paws full keeping their daughter away from this place, and she only prayed that Phaedra didn't interpret it as another bout of abandonment.

What if she begs? she asked, but by then Mahler had already slipped uneasily into unconsciousness. Wylla's heart thudded behind her breastbone, beat after beat as nervousness wormed through her. What would she do if she lost him, too? Losing Thade had been the hardest thing in her life, and knowing that Tiercel was essentially lost to her as well had torn most of her heartstrings. She counted her blessings everyday that Phaedra remained despite the pain in her young life, and that Stag continued to be there for her, and most of all that Mahler had not turned his back on her in her rage, even if he sort of had at the time.

She couldn't imagine losing him, and sought to chase those dire thoughts from her mind by heading back out into the rain to mark a heavy perimeter around his resting place.