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Haunt seemed to be in pain; Chacal couldn't really interpret the message behind the scowl of her face, but thought it was from the sting of the salt that had gotten into her eyes. It was even worse when it could get in under the eyelids, and if the waves were harsh enough to turn up sand in their curling blows, it would have made things worse. Chacal nodded, and hummed an affirmative note, reaching over to lick her friend's cheek, to reassure her and ease her concerns. She was still filled with adrenaline and would feel the pain and stiffness of her wounds later- but for the present time, the sale waters had washed them clean enough and had cooled her skin enough to ease the pain temporarily. 

But she would take her mother's lead and follow her back to her den, assuming that she might be treated with medicines to fight off infection. Like the others, she too spared a glance for the stag, which would live another day, it seemed. But she stared at it hungrily for a moment, licking the salt from her lips a final time, before she followed her mother. The stag's days would be numbered, if it continued to roam along their shores.