((Continuing from Prompt: Bitter Chill))
As they progressed through the tangled depths of the heart of Maguuma, the nightly rousings continued. Zaree only asked once if she was keeping her charr friend from sleep, and took Callista's negative reply as absolute truth.
Callista looked back with relief on her instinct to watch over the heartsick sylvari when, one night, with no other warning than a cry, Zaree darted hazardously away from the ogre camp where they were resting.
It was clear what had called the ranger when they got to the scene. A young tiger, his mother slain, was in a losing battle with chak.
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