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The arctic female retreated farther into the den to make room for Vector, hunched up against the far wall. Roots and dirt cradled her side as Ivev curled up, tucking her tail on top of her mauled leg. But for the bruises on her battered body, the tundra bird's eyes were icily still.

No... It was nothing, she responded with a quiet voice. It was the beginning of her cutting ties. Ivev swallowed, tearing her gaze away from him.

Vector, I have to leave. I should've never taken you up on that offer to stay here. Although the wolf could only hope she would heal, Ivev knew that staying here was not an option. She caused far too much trouble- all she wanted to do was dissapear or sink into the ground. The last choice sounded pretty good, as the pain was beginning to return. Ivev wondered if her leg would knit correctly, or if she might be cursed with a permenant limp.