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It felt like hours passed before the trees began to thin and he reached the edge of the woods. Atreus had to stop there and catch his breath for a moment. His one good foreleg trembled with the effort of carrying extra weight. He rested it by taking a seat for a few minutes.

He resumed all threes with a grunt. The caldera gradually grew larger, taking up his entire visual field. Atreus was so busy staring at its flat top, he didn’t see the black speck racing toward him. Only when he heard the sound of rushing footfalls did he drop his eyes and see Amalia rushing his way.

I’m— he said as her nose pressed into his side. He waited her out before huffing, It’s fine. And I’m alright. I mean, I did something to my ankle but…

He held it out to her, which made him grimace a little. It throbbed. It was visibly swollen too, which Atreus just now noticed. He didn’t know what that meant, exactly, but he knew it was nothing good.

Could we just go to your den so I can get off my feet? he asked, eyes lifting to meet Amalia’s.