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"That's not possible..." Nanuq flicked his ears forward, flicking his ochre gaze towards the bruja who had spoken. Her eyes were wide, revealing the small flecks of grey which danced about her hazel iris. She had taken a step back, startled by Kavik's words. The dark-furred wolf lowered his eyes on Sitka, who was slowly pulling himself to his paws, tail tucked solemnly between his legs. Nanuq grimaced at the light quiver in his littermate's stance, though Sitka's muzzle and head were raised defiantly as he came to his brother's side, glancing between Kalaa and Kavik.
"You try telling him that," Kavik grunted, refusing to meet her shocked gaze, finding more interest in the pale fur which lined his large paws. The snow was thin under his body, and he could almost feel the iced earth beneath his pads; a firm reassurance that winter would not exist forever.
"But what have I got to do with this?" Nanuq snapped, interrupting Kalaa as she parted her muzzle, ready to speak once more.
"Do you remember the legend mother used to tell us? Of Lord Amarok?" Kavik implored, his gaze flitting upwards momentarily to meet the cold stare of his brothers. At their blank looks and cocked heads, Kavik allowed a frustrated sigh to escape his clenched jaws. His ears pinned as a bitter wind rustled the wintry branches of the forest, an eerie whistle sweeping through the valley. The red and grey wolf glanced about the towering trees, shivering under their forceful shadows. "It isn't safe to sit here like rabbits in the open. I am sure Massak has managed to coax the ravens and crows into aiding his ploy," he muttered, suddenly aware of the other creatures which inhabited the forest.
"We are still taking them back to Massak," Kalaa barked, though the heavy notes quivered slightly, betraying her fear, and yet the authority was clear in her voice.
"You are not," Sitka snapped, his first words spoken since Kavik's attack. Kalaa's eyes whirled on the young brujo, anger and worry twisting her amber eyes.
"You think so?" The bruja snorted, taking a menacing step towards the rogue wolf; her grey tail raised high in dominance; the fur along her nape bristling with ferocity. "Do you think for one second that an incompetent dog like you and a wounded mutt like your brother can overpower us?"
