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return. I cannot run, he said painfully. I cannot lie down. I cannot fight for
myself or my mother.
Dion bit her lip. She glanced back toward the clearing, where Aranur and
the others worked at the bodies. There were no dens or caves nearby. No
place of safety for this yearling except a hole between some roots where the
first predator that found him could make him into a meal. Splinting his leg
would not prevent him from becoming an easy target. And he was injured
because of her.
Hishn nudged her arm, whining low in her throat. His pain beats in my
head. It blinds my nose and ears.
Dion touched the gray fur lightly. I feel it, too: his leg and your ribs.
Wolfwalker, the yearling pleaded.
She closed her eyes, clenching her fists for a long moment. I m sorry,
Aranur, she muttered, but I cannot leave him like this.
She looked into the yearling s eyes. She spoke aloud, but her mental words
were clear. There are two things I can do to help you, she said finally. I
can splint your leg, and it will heal in time. She built an image of a splint
and cast in her head, sending it to the yearling. But you would have to stay
with me or another healer until your leg was strong enough to come out of
the cast.
The yearling growled. His leg, swathed in cloth, hampered by sticks? His
snarl spread to his dam, and the older female looked at Dion in dismay.
Dion nodded her agreement. There is one other thing I can do. She took a
breath. I can help you heal yourself with Ovousibas.
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Ovousibas. Hishn licked Dion s cheek, pleased. The old female reached
across and nudged Dion s hand.
You understand, Gray One, that I will need you to help me.
The images in the female s mind were clear. There is no danger I would not
risk for my cub.
Dion nodded. Hishn will show you how to work with me, she sent
quietly. The greater the strength you focus through me, the better the
healing will be.
The female nudged Dion s hand again, then sat back by her cub.
The yearling whimpered. Will you walk in me?
If you wish it.
He nudged her arm, and Dion sat back on her heels. Aranur would be
furious if he found out. No Ovousibas. His words rang in her ears. But the
internal healing the healing with the body s own force was the only
healing that would let the wolf survive long enough to reach his den: the
images of that warm hole were half a day s run away, and his leg would
never stand it, not with the shock in his body and the fever just waiting to
set in. Hishn s hot, smelly breath puffed over her shoulder, and Dion turned
her head, shoving the gray wolf aside. I cannot heal you completely, she
admitted, but I can give you enough strength to return to your den. I think
it will be enough.
The yearling nudged her, agreeing.
Ovousibas would sap her strength even more than the worlag s poison had,
making her feel weak and starved, but she did not see that she had a choice.
Even Aranur must agree that the young wolf could not be left alone in the
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forest with a broken leg.
Hishn circled and sat across from Dion as the woman hesitated. Beside her,
but back a meter, Gray Yoshi placed himself. The old female seated herself
next to her cub. Run with us, Wolfwalker.
Dion took a deep breath. Then take me in, Gray One. She gazed into
Hishn s yellow-slitted eyes and let her mind flow with the wolf s. There
was a different consciousness here a feeling of power, an energy of the
body that filled her senses. With Hishn to guide her, her thoughts were
channeled into that energy, dropping down, seeming to whirl to the left.
Down, deep in the yearling s body, ran the energy trails. Deep in his
bloodstream. Pounded, beaten by his heart. Her senses were caught by his
pulse, as if she were a blood cell, swept along and through and back to his
heart again. Concentrate, she told herself. Think. She must separate herself
to feel more than this pulse, this pounding in her ears. She frowned,
catching the thread of other energies. The dull pain of the break in her his
foreleg tripped her, stealing her focus. When she faltered, Hishn swept in
like a gray blanket, warming her against that cold pain, buffering her
against its ache. With that pain in the background, the nerves, the muscles
all the young wolf s systems seemed open before her, as if she were
wandering among them, studying them closely, searching for signs of
damage. She let the voices of other wolves in to howl with Hishn,
controlling her instant s panic and forcing herself to slow as the gray wall
grew thick and peaceful. Follow the plasma follow the pain like a map.
Let the wolves be her shield. Gray, this blanket against the pain. Yes, she
could sense it, but it no longer pounded so brutally against her
consciousness. Gray shield. Gray strength. She thought her way through the
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yearling s body. There the broken leg. There, where fluids gathered
sluggishly, pressing against nerves and stretching muscles and skin. Here,
the broken ends of bone sharp and cutting into the muscles. Think, she
told herself. She gathered her strength. The Gray Ones, sensing her task,
filled her with their own intangible might, and Dion flung her mind
forward. Focus& This bone, snapped in two, must come together. She
latched onto the ends and pulled, eased, inexorably forced them toward
each other. The fluid in the way. She forced it to move, massaging the
muscles to filter it away. Now she could work. Gray strength again, and she
built a bridge of new cells between the broken ends of bone. Here, she must
knit it together& She worked quickly, gathering materials from the
yearling s blood and forcing the molecules and acids into new shapes. Knit
the bone ends were touching now. Weak, yes, but touching. Would they
hold? There was little time. The irregular heartbeat of the yearling was
getting stronger in her ears. She was tiring. The gray shield thinned as she
sucked strength from the Gray Ones. A little more. Just a little longer, and
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