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He is ready — and her faith in him grows.

She moved with a burst of speed from the blessing of such a small size. Noisy and quick, rushing the creature.

It turned to face her. Claws that might seem like beautiful trinkets once the thing was dead. Teeth that seemed as if they ought to be in a bear cub's mouth instead. Now she wished for it more for trophy than any kind of meal.

A ferocious, angry thing she had set her sights upon.

At least the wolverine was skittering backwards toward Sega in its attempt to escape from her.