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The scattered bodies of the coyotes lay still, a testament to the brief but ferocious clash they’d endured. His muscles ached, the sting of wounds barely acknowledged in the cold bite of the air.

You got that right, he said, voice steady but edged with weariness. Let’s get movin’. Nothin’ left here but trouble.

With a final glance at Tvar, Cole turned toward the treeline, his stride purposeful despite the heaviness in his limbs. The valley called them back, the safety of their borders offering reprieve. He trusted Tvar would follow, and together, they’d leave the battlefield behind—ready for whatever came next.