Cricket Creek Bog The world don't speak for us

Wraen did stop to check up on Maia and would have done so, even if her sister had not fallend down and hurt her shoulder. Running barefoot in the snow is a trifle enough, running raw-foot as she had been doing, was horrible. And it was a wonder truly at, how far she had forced herself to go. However, everyone has their limits and, when the Readleaf girl nuzzled her sister's side of the next in encouragement and affection, she knew that she was not going to resume the run. She could hardly walk.

This did not mean that she did not feel enormously guilty and sorry for Kiwi, but at the same time - though unpleasant - it would serve as a good lesson. That most hunts ended up in failure of sorts. It was doe's lucky day. She sat down and began to groom her frostbitten feet to stop them from bleeding. The snow, where she had stood earlier, was already tinted with pink and light red. 

Last one from me.