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In some dim corner of her mind, Kaskara registered the sights, sounds, and scents of her brother's fight nearby, but could not spare a moment to dwell on it at present. She was busy fighting off her own dark opponent, whose fiery eyes glowed in the darkness. Kaskara lunged forward and when she noted the black wolf moving toward her left shoulder, she dug into it, bringing her hard shoulder blade into his mouth, ramming him backward.

She growled again, swung her head around, latched her teeth onto his nape, and pulled back with one great heave. The male yelped, a whine escaping his lips as his skin was nearly severed from his muscle. Using the momentum she had gained, she swung her head back and sent the wolf tumbling to the ground. Immediately she jumped atop him and latched her teeth into his neck, pressing firmly into the tender spot there, feeling his jugular pulse against her teeth.

He scrabbled against her, using claws and paws to push against her, but she was not a dainty woman. She stood her ground, pressing even harder with her jaws, growling between her teeth. With a flick of his tail, his entire body relaxed and he surrendered to her. It was at about that time that she heard Saber's words to his wolf, and the pair of Frostfur warriors chased the two off. Making sure they had gone, Kaskara returned to Bazi's side ten minutes later, feeling her blood trickling from the shallow cuts on her chest and forearms, but paying them no heed.

"Are you all right?" she asked the white dove, looking her over again. It didn't seem that either wolf had managed to touch her, but she was lucky. "You shouldn't be all the way out here alone, Bazi. If nothing else, come stay with me until you can find another den." She sounded like Scimitar, chastising her for almost getting injured through no fault of her own. She shook her head and sighed. "I'm sorry, Bazi. I worry for you out here alone."