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Disa paid dearly for her decision.

The battle was fast and brutal. A wolf's best weapons were its endurance and its pack, and neither came into play here. They survived because the cat had expended what little remained of its energy on chasing Towhee, who now lay half-blinded and bleeding on the ground.

In a fog of pain and wiring on the fritz, like a Roomba searching for its base, Disa somehow made it all the way back to sand. It was the wrong sand, or perhaps not because she ended up in a cave with Towhee and half the Teekon Wilds.

It would be days before she was truly conscious again, and by then her body would be hard at work on the raw stump and flayed face.

So much for finding a husband.

fin!