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The bell tolls for Iglux̂.
It startles her to rigid awareness. Obsidian pursues the near grove for Cen and begins a loping stride. Broadleaf tree-limbs afford some veiling as she moves into the scar to investigate. Her eyes catch on thrashing wildness—
It is a drowning man, or one trying to drown. His agony rips through the taiga, threshing the pines and ice from their boughs, and even in heated fettle the silver is at once attuned to that suffering cry.
Sun clan is not so far as to warrant her great caution, but there is still a concern for sickness, and an understanding that winter makes enemies of neighboring men. Iglux̂ abandons the farther tree-line for the cold bank where this creature writhes and sweeps in broad half-circles around his mass.
“You will bring the mountain down upon you if you do not stop!” In caribou tongue does she make her plea.
