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The wolves slew the elk, his blood spreading in the snow as the death throes began. In their distraction, Masque neglected to dodge a blow from one of his thrashing hind legs. A hoof hit them square in the shoulder. The Caru made a noise somewhere between a snarl and a yip of pain, leaping out of range.

Masquerade glanced at Redd near the beast’s head, then muttered a curse and returned to where Avicus still sprawled in the snow. Ashlar was tending to her with Mulherin’s help. The smells of blood and mud mixed together turned the Caru’s stomach.

Moving to Avicus’s other side to avoid getting in the healer’s way, Masque ignored the pain in their bruised shoulder and the blood smearing into their fur as they eased down beside her. They tried to gently wedge their foreleg beneath her neck so she could rest her head somewhere a little softer and warmer than the cold ground.