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Zosime’s voice stopped him.

Antigone turned to look at her with dark blue eyes. She did not look well. He did not feel well. The young wolf felt as though he could not remove their blood from his body. Hours had been spent bathing away the crusted reminder of that day. He could still feel it. The fine hairs upon his skin prickled with discomfort.

Are you okay, Zosime? Antigone asked his sister.

The breath of his words lifted from his mouth and into the vale. It was cold. He hoped that he could convince his father to share the skins he had worked on. Meadow would need them to rest and keep warm. She would need them so she could heal.