Barrow Fields the oblong box

she cuts her gaze to Redd, Masquerade and Lilia. now, her eyes read.

they set off, a rangy quartet, slipping quietly through cushioning snow. her vision is trained on that nervous young buck, and she sees him start a bit at a sudden sound, the whites of his eyes showing.

now, she breathes, just loud enough for the others to hear.

the wolves cut into the herd, beginning to slice the youth away from the others. bleats and cries rise up in the air, and Avicus herself moves into the space between the buck and his herd, nipping insistently at his rear right haunch.

he kicks, but it misses her, then takes off. she squeezes in tight next to his side, trying to guide him toward the waiting wolves around the bend.

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