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I felt good having saved them—the little pup was a female too.

They were born with those armor-like scales already in place, even with their eyes open.

Right now, she was eagerly feeding on her mother’s milk, who still lay against the wall.

“You did great,” I told her, standing up and noticing the mess of blood all over me.

Outside, the birds were already singing the notes of dawn.

“I’ll go hunt something for you. It’ll be my last help to you,” I said, looking into her tired eyes before