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astara gave a few more valiant tugs. the antler remained rooted. undeterred by the persistence in which the skull held, the girl’s eyes swept to heloise as she offered her aid.

it was rebuffed by a quick shake of her slim muzzle, perhaps the first sign the girl understood but chose not to speak.

situating herself by the buck’s elegant neck, astara sunk her teeth into throat and began to make her way through to the spinal column, blood, meat, gristle and all.