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The first was out!

Crowfeather had to bite his tongue to refrain from sighing in relief. The injured wolf hadn’t lashed at him. He’d kept his word. It was a weight off the tripod’s shoulders. He’d thought that there was a good chance his face would be bitten to shreds, only out of reaction. They weren’t through the thick of it yet, however.

There were four more quills. As Crowfeather leaned in to clasp at another, Jackie mentioned something about crying – the sharp needle was close to his eye, that was all. Honey eyes searched the face of the other wolf.

Sometimes my eyes water j-just because it’s cold out. I- I know you aren’t crying.

A small nod was offered. The dark figure reached to pluck out the next.