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SHE carried him back to the library and waited another few minutes until the storm had pushed everyone inside. She’d been unfortunate to get caught in a storm before. It was right before she’d found her den, and she had spent a terrifying night curled up under a table in the merchant’s vegetable stand. It hadn’t been her shining moment, by any means.
Her arm hurt so badly she wanted to vomit, but she still kept her grip on Petey. She wasn’t going to lose him again. Maybe it was time she made some kind of leash for him or something? She slipped him into the harness and tied two of her scarves together. She wouldn’t be able to lift him the eight feet into the entrance of their home with her arm hurting the way it was, so she’d have to make do. If she climbed up first, she could pull him with her good arm. He only weighed fifteen pounds or so. She could do it. And then she’d take a look at her arm. See if she could stop the bleeding. Somehow make it hurt less than it did.
Not to mention the fire in her skull from where her head had cracked against the old stone.
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THE red caught his attention again as he light dimmed when the sun sipped behind the horizon. Adric caught the flash of red as his female climbed a stone column and disappeared into a crevice between two pillars that he suspected were added on to the old building. The dog was tethered with a bunch of hashas and stood beneath her patiently.
She slowly pulled on the dog’s harness until the animal was hiked up to the hole in the column.
What was the girl doing?
Adric waited until she got the animal inside and then he quietly, stealthily climbed the column after his mate.