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The adrenaline ebbs away and he is left with infuriating pain. His head aches, his limbs are sore, his throat is dry. 

There is nothing to do but rest. Mulherin places his head atop his paws and battles sleep. 

The sight of movement in the distance sends his heart racing once again. A wolf.

He bristles and jolts to his feet.

Surely it's that bastard from earlier—

But no. It isn't. Rather, an unfamiliar woman. Small, stout, she searches for something.

Hopefully, not him. 

Two amber eyes follow her every move.