“Yeah, we thought maybe base camp was beyond those formations.” Knowing Titus will probably head north anyway, I decide to pretend I’m easily breakable and tell him the truth. I want to mislead him, but another part of me wants only to rejoin my Contenders. That’s where you guys were going, right?” “How touching.” Titus pulls two canteen straps over his head. Madox presses against me and I whisper in his ear, “I won’t let them hurt you.”
When Acne Face cuts Madox lose, I run toward him and lift the fox into my arms. He looks at the guy hurting the Pandora and says, “All right, stop beating on that thing already. “Oh, I’m shaking.” Titus mimics being afraid as I imagine stabbing him in the pectoral. Turning to Titus, I say, “Stop him or I’ll kill you. “Stop it,” I yell, but the guy continues his abuse. One of the guys - who has a severe case of acne - is kicking a stag in the legs. I hear an animal grunt, and I whip around. Behind us, the guys start untying the Pandoras. “I guess we’ll have to find base camp quickly.” He reaches for my canteen, and I shove it in his hand. His teeth seem too big for his mouth, but they’re alarmingly straight and bright white and not altogether unpleasant to look at. “How will you find water now?” I ask, after I drink from my nearly empty canteen.
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