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Moon Runner was afraid but Father’s presence helped calm the sickly woman. Her whining ebbed, though her breathing was labored, and she took the blades of green grass in her mouth though she felt they would not remedy this ailment.

Mechanical, uninspired chewing was the only movement her waning energy could fuel as she curled into a small ball and waited for the support of her pack – for Moon Runner knew nothing of the healing arts. This, the spirit thought, was a battle she would have to face alone.