Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

As instructed by Lane, Tzila swiftly removed her chin from Rye's wounds. Blood that was not her own poured from her dark fur, staining the ground at her paws. She ignored it. Once the rabbit skin was moved into place over the wound, she firmly pressed down with her paws.

Beneath it she felt the warmth of the liquid gather. She waited, listening to the sounds of Imaq working close by. She kept a watchful eye on Rye's mostly still frame, keeping tabs on his breathing in particular. Other than what she had done so far, she felt particularly useless in this situation.