Fendros and Ahnasha appeared to be the last ones awake at the end of the night. Even Sabine had decided to take a break from her search, having only found a couple of journals among the loot pile that she was too tired to read that night. Fendros had not found himself a bedroll yet, he was too engaged watching the fire and thinking. Or maybe it wasn't so much thinking as trying not to think too hard, losing himself in the fire. It was an alternative to getting worked up about the possibilities of tomorrow.

Feeling a gaze upon him, Fendros looked over at Ahnasha. She was having trouble sleeping as well by the looks. Returning her stare, Fendros felt drawn to her again. The bliss he felt while just being near her was something he wanted to embrace again. He got up and walked to her blanket and settled down next to her, looking into her eyes without any words. With one hand, he stroked her cheek and began to kiss her.

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[i]Little Sabine, these bars cannot be bent open.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, we will lift this curse.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, you are our sister, not a wolf.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, drink this remedy.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, the wolf is not you.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, inhale this evaporate.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, this curse will not hold you.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, hold still while we apply this salve.[/i]

[i]Little Sabine, we will beat your hound until it submits.[/i]

Sabine's eyes shot open. She had tears streaming across the side of her face as she lay on her side. She cursed her memories and tried to calm down to sleep again. She wouldn't be caught by them again. Not while she was with the pack.