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When that stupid little lamb came into view a wave of relief broke over Tyrian. He sighed audibly and gave Poem a relieved smile. "You are a miracle worker! Thought that little butthole was a goner for sure." Without him having to say anything, Zahir, who had stayed with him through everything today, coaxed the lamb over and placed a rope around its neck. The moment the loop was tightened the last of Tyrian's worry vanished. They had her now; her adventure was officially over.

Ah, time for her half of the deal. Tyrian grabbed the mouth of the bag and carefully worked it down over the caracal's head so Poem could see what he'd brought her. the little cat hissed and spit angrily at him, but he paid it no attention. "Got you a baby cat. I don't know what kind it is, but I can confirm that all its teeth and claws are in perfect working order," he said dryly. The scratches all over his face and forelegs were proof of that.