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He was hunting again when he found another one. This one who needed help was familiar. Ashlar’s tail immediately tucked with worry as he spotted the man, and he rushed over as soon as he recognized him.

Are you okay? Of course he wasn’t, but the healer was more interested in if he was awake and present enough to answer. He looked bad.

Would Avicus mind if he took him to the rise? How would he manage it? Ashlar’s mind raced as he nosed Tybalt’s neck to check his pulse, his breathing. He would need to get supplies from home.