Zahra's POVBy the time the others arrive, I’ve got a large fire going, I’ve skinned and gutted the stag with Zanthe’s claws, and I’ve started cutting up the meat to make into a stew. I have some large flat stones heating in the fire, and I plan to fry some meat on those too.When they reach me, the exhaustion on their faces is almost universally masked by the relief of knowing help is on its way. My pack all head straight to me and hug me tight as Samuels climbs down off Genevieve’s back. He smiles exhaustedly at me as he limps over, but before he reaches me, his eyes go blank as he receives his own link, and I see his whole-body sag with relief.Somehow, seeing him make contact with the Task Force makes it real, and tears fill my eyes, and my knees give out. I sink to the ground, my pack around me, and I cry. They cry, and I’m fairly sure more of the girls join us.After we all finish crying, we set up camp and start cooking, the large pot bubbling in the fire. The meat is mixed wit
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