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The sight of Germanicus swathed in blood reminded Glaukos of Merrick, the bear-man's children, and the blood they shed together. In his mind he saw Germanicus standing there but also a giant black wolf who would tower over him - both in tandem, superimposed, for not even a full second.

As soon as he blinked the image was gone.

The man was talking. Gathering bodies, choosing the larger and cleaner ones for himself. Glaukos could handle carrying many of the others himself but it would still be two, maybe three trips for the lot of them.

He was silent as he followed, jarred by what he had seen - thought he'd seen; remembered? It was meaningless.