Fate's panic wasn't helping Arf's at all. She could feel it pressing against her own and she whined the most pathetic whine that had ever been whined by a full-grown wolf. She leaned against Fate, taking what comfort she could in her master's presence, in the warmth of her body.

"Not your faul--" Arf cut herself off with a yelp as her cheeks split even more, up to her ear. Her vision exploded with white and she buried her face in Fate's stomach as a fresh wave of blood gushed from her wounds to soak into her master's clothes.