Adolpha frowns over at Ratchet. "What're we gonna do? We can't even move without pain. Can't keep anything down. Even the sight of food makes me ill all over again." she sighs. "Next time we go hunting..." she gulps, "if there is a next time...YOU get to pick the prey." She forces a smile.
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Tamaska turns to Fang. "We must wait for Katrina to get back and give us information on what the pack is up to."






























