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The bear victims spawned. 

Chacal had caught the scent on the wind and had begun to approach when she heard her Maman call out for Rhaegal. Chacal's heart clenched; she inhaled deeply, searching for any trace of Arric's scent, fearful he might have returned and caused pain. All she could smell was blood, a wolf, and the putrid scent of bear. She hastened her step until she found them.

She cast her gaze into the thick, brooding tangle of brambles. Like her mother, she instinctively wondered if the bear who had attacked the silver-furred woman was the same one who had attacked Quennell and Swordfish. She remembered the sight of bear- rearing, jaws bloodied, claws hooked.

Shardik.

She exhaled through her teeth, fur bristled. The silver woman was not one she recognized, though in this condition, there was a chance perhaps that the swelling from bruises and matting from blood had rendered her into a stranger. "Maman," She breathed softly. Like the boys, the woman was beaten beyond recognition. She would step in to aid as well, under her mother's direction.