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heartbeat. “He’s alive,” she said. Pulling back his eyelids, she added, “I’m no healer, but he might have a concussion.” She gingerly felt his legs and ribs. “I can’t tell for sure if anything’s broken without being able to ask him.” The only blood showing was from claw marks on his shoulder, but they weren’t deep. The bear must have caught him mostly with the pads of her paw.
Loper was at the edge of the cliff looking over. He shifted and said, “I can’t see Star. It’s a long way down there. It could take us most of a day to find a way.”
Brack whined.
“Ruff, stay with Ken. Brack, you and I are going after Star.”
Brack shifted. “Going after Star? Are you crazy? This is a fucking blizzard coming. If the bear doesn’t get us, the snow will. If the snow doesn’t get us, the lion will.”
Loper stared at Brack. “Star went down fighting for the pack. You want to just leave her out there? She could be alive.”
“She may be alive, but we’re definitely alive.” He looked down at Ken and said, “So’s he. We can save ourselves and him. Maybe. Or we can all die trying to find a female who’s probably lost already.”
As much as Loper hated to admit it, Brack made sense. Seeing Loper’s hesitation, he pressed his case forward. “We need to make a stretcher for Ken and hightail it home.”
Loper turned to Redruff. “You agree?”
“I don’t want to agree, but I don’t really see the choice. If we make a stretcher, like Brack said, and carry Ken, four of us may survive. If we go after Star, between the snow, the bear, the lion, and the fact that there are just three of us… Well, it’d be suicide.”
Loper’s shoulders sagged. He didn’t like the logical conclusion and liked his choices even less. He wished Ken wasn’t the one who was unconscious, so that he’d be taking responsibility for the decision.
“Let’s find two limbs to make a stretcher and do it fast. We need to get out of here before it gets worse. We’re going to have to do this by travois and take turns pulling it in wolf form. We don’t have shoes and our feet will get frostbit if we don’t shift. I’ll take the first turn.”
They found the limbs they needed, made a stretcher from clothes in the packs, and tied the travois to Loper’s pack. Brack and Redruff picked Ken up and laid him across the stretched clothing. Luckily it held his weight.
The pull was a struggle, but with a series of whines and a bark Loper was able to move forward slowly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Starfire’s vision was a little blurry and matched the woozy feeling she had when she woke. She was on a bed of sorts, more like a feather mattress on the floor, but she was covered with soft blankets and furs. She was in a medium sized room with rock walls and a curved rock ceiling, turned on her side facing a fireplace that appeared to be carved out of rock. The light from the fire danced with shadows on the walls and ceilings and formed patterns that looked like something out of a dream.
She was trying to make sense of her surroundings when she remembered what had happened. The bear had knocked her off the cliff. For a minute she’d thought she was going to be able to scrabble her way to purchase on the first ledge she hit, but the snow was too slippery and she fell. She remembered some of the beating she took rolling down the side of the mountain. As she tried to stretch her body she found that everything hurt.
Movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. A man walked toward her with an uncommon grace. He wore a loose twill shirt, doeskin pants, and was barefoot. Because the light in the room was behind him she couldn’t see his face. He appeared to be in his thirties, early thirties maybe, with tawny-colored hair cut to just below his ears.
“Who are you?” she said. “Where am I?”
“Ah, sweet wolf. You wake,” he said in a timbre that suggested seduction. “I’m Brandish. And I’m very glad to have you
Loper was at the edge of the cliff looking over. He shifted and said, “I can’t see Star. It’s a long way down there. It could take us most of a day to find a way.”
Brack whined.
“Ruff, stay with Ken. Brack, you and I are going after Star.”
Brack shifted. “Going after Star? Are you crazy? This is a fucking blizzard coming. If the bear doesn’t get us, the snow will. If the snow doesn’t get us, the lion will.”
Loper stared at Brack. “Star went down fighting for the pack. You want to just leave her out there? She could be alive.”
“She may be alive, but we’re definitely alive.” He looked down at Ken and said, “So’s he. We can save ourselves and him. Maybe. Or we can all die trying to find a female who’s probably lost already.”
As much as Loper hated to admit it, Brack made sense. Seeing Loper’s hesitation, he pressed his case forward. “We need to make a stretcher for Ken and hightail it home.”
Loper turned to Redruff. “You agree?”
“I don’t want to agree, but I don’t really see the choice. If we make a stretcher, like Brack said, and carry Ken, four of us may survive. If we go after Star, between the snow, the bear, the lion, and the fact that there are just three of us… Well, it’d be suicide.”
Loper’s shoulders sagged. He didn’t like the logical conclusion and liked his choices even less. He wished Ken wasn’t the one who was unconscious, so that he’d be taking responsibility for the decision.
“Let’s find two limbs to make a stretcher and do it fast. We need to get out of here before it gets worse. We’re going to have to do this by travois and take turns pulling it in wolf form. We don’t have shoes and our feet will get frostbit if we don’t shift. I’ll take the first turn.”
They found the limbs they needed, made a stretcher from clothes in the packs, and tied the travois to Loper’s pack. Brack and Redruff picked Ken up and laid him across the stretched clothing. Luckily it held his weight.
The pull was a struggle, but with a series of whines and a bark Loper was able to move forward slowly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Starfire’s vision was a little blurry and matched the woozy feeling she had when she woke. She was on a bed of sorts, more like a feather mattress on the floor, but she was covered with soft blankets and furs. She was in a medium sized room with rock walls and a curved rock ceiling, turned on her side facing a fireplace that appeared to be carved out of rock. The light from the fire danced with shadows on the walls and ceilings and formed patterns that looked like something out of a dream.
She was trying to make sense of her surroundings when she remembered what had happened. The bear had knocked her off the cliff. For a minute she’d thought she was going to be able to scrabble her way to purchase on the first ledge she hit, but the snow was too slippery and she fell. She remembered some of the beating she took rolling down the side of the mountain. As she tried to stretch her body she found that everything hurt.
Movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. A man walked toward her with an uncommon grace. He wore a loose twill shirt, doeskin pants, and was barefoot. Because the light in the room was behind him she couldn’t see his face. He appeared to be in his thirties, early thirties maybe, with tawny-colored hair cut to just below his ears.
“Who are you?” she said. “Where am I?”
“Ah, sweet wolf. You wake,” he said in a timbre that suggested seduction. “I’m Brandish. And I’m very glad to have you
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