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Malantau Howling Precipice

Whatever it was, there was still the problem of the cub to attend to. Lowering his snout to the ground, he took a deep breath, then set out slowly forward. Slow enough to give Ranger time to catch up. He kept one ear turned back to hear Ranger and the other forward as he tracked his missing 'packmate'.

The footfalls were close. Alarmingly close, too close to ignore. A wave of bittercold swept through the fog that hearkened back to the barrens as they had been in the dead of winter, months ago. Then, the fog parted, swept back until it sat over and all around like a dome, enclosing them. And right in the center, now visible, was a trail of blood leading away from a spear of ice embedded in the snow. A number of other spears of ice were scattered across the clearing.

And there, on the opposite end, was the masked beast with hooves like glaciers and coat like fresh powder and mane like frozen daggers.

And it was staring straight at Archie and Koa with cold, empty eyes.
 
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