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Rising from the wreckage that had becometh the Rimebeast’s body, Atzi clenched her left arm tightly, the effort cracking open the ice that had formed over her wounds and forcing hot blood to thaw the chill within. It hurt, yes, but the pain burned rather than froze, and she turned a gaze too to witness what carnage the demon-possessed elf had wrought upon her own foe.

Well, it was a good thing Vammy was friendly.

Drawing her arm over to the fire to let the heat chase away what fatigue remained from fighting such frigid beasts, the dark-skinned woman pulled up the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her midriff before holding it in place with her teeth. She looped her club back into her belt and then drew out her knife, slicing into the cloth and ripping strips out of it. The bandages weren’t anything amazing, but it’d staunch the flow long enough for her to find Maira and return to the village. Her cloak too had thawed out during this, and she draped it over her shoulders once more, noticing only a bit of dampness on the furred outside. And as for the trail of blood…

Without hesitation, she shouldered her way in and stopped at the threshold. A mangled, half-eaten body, frostbitten and with an arrow through the face. But not Maira, at least not based off the frame. Which hunters were still missing? Which hunters were dead? Was this a mercy kill, or the sacrifice made to escape from two Rimebeasts? Or was it all something else?

Atzi bowed her head forward, lips parting for a silent prayer, then turned her back towards Vammy, kneeling down slightly and slapping the back of her shoulder.

[b]“Hop on. Heard Tallen from the north east.”[/b]

There will be time to retrieve the corpse later. Time to apologize for the wreck that the cabin now was. There was no time left to spare though, if her friend was freezing to death out in the woods.