::I’ll never make it that far,::Caleb said.::Why can’t we stay here—::
::We need supplies.::Closing the distance between them,Brance rubbed his head against Caleb’s cheek.A rumbly purr rose in him to soothe his mate.::I’m going back to get my haversack,if nothing else.We need blankets,and clothing,and something for your wound.Hide if anyone comes.I’ll be back before dawn.::
Caleb started,::But—::
::I’ll be right back.::
Without further argument,Brance turned and slipped into the shadows.
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