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The helpful stranger needn't have worried about having an uncooperative patient on her hands. Honey Badger didn't move a muscle, nor respond in any way. She lay where she had fallen, stunned, her vision swimming and her head and entire left side aching like crazy. Gradually, her awareness began to sharpen, yet she remained badly dazed.

Alarmingly, she couldn't even think. She didn't know that she had suffered a concussion when she had rammed her head into the large black wolf she'd fought in the mountains and that, just now, she had suffered another, this one even more severe. She did know that it felt like her brain was about to burst out of her skull.

The she-wolf returned, not that Honey Badger had noticed her depart. She blinked her eyes dully, tried to form words but found she couldn't quite manage it. She didn't know what she wanted to say or how to say it. Her lips moved but it was like they had forgotten speech. The yearling experienced a brief moment of panic, which faded into the fuzzy buzzing that was now filling her mind like a swarm of mosquitoes or static on a television.