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val limped back to bearclaw, the sorrowed owner of a new pair of eyes which took in the world in a thousand yard stare. the harridan that met him and stryx had been, by far, the most terrifying wolf val had yet to encounter -- and he shuddered to think of how his other clanmates fared.

he stumbled upon them late, his nose burned with pain and eyes swollen half-shut. even in his sorry state, his cuts were but scratches compared to the hideous patchwork of cuts which seared merrick's pelt. he managed a weak smile at arielle and regretted instantly as a snarl of pain worked up his muzzle.

merrick was staring at the sky. val was so tired - he wanted to lie down in the snow too - but he was ordered off. a girl. indra. val's throat constricted as he wondered to what errand he hurried.

wordless, little droplets of blood in the snow, val turned. great, painful gulps of wintry air lanced him as he sniffed, scenting for a lost little girl he hoped to god wasn't dead.