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His mother and sister were both quick to arrive, but Dragomir could not see them. He saw only the quartz cave hidden among Silvertip's cliffs, with Sanguinus and his dark shadow flanking the only way out. These were just smudges of shadow in the cavern but they manifested as figures to Dragomir, who shrieked and began to drag himself forward, cracking a dew claw in his haste. Aurëwen and Isilmë might as well have not been there at all.

NO! NO! cried Dragomir, desperately seeking to escape the cave and the haunting memory of his tormenters with it. Something told him if he only go out of the cave, everything would be okay. His broken legs were useless behind him as he hauled himself forward, panting against the excruciating pain of it, and pausing only when his sister's voice breathed Drago - it's me, Isi in his ear. He paused, his hackles rippling, and slowly blinked in her direction. He knew she was there, and recognized now his mother as well, but it was like he was seeing them through a fog.

Working his tongue roughly against his dry chops, Dragomir wheezed a quiet, trembling Isi? The whole of him was shaking; he had one foreleg extended toward the cave entrance, almost as though pleading to be removed from this place. Mama?