I do remember dragging Gabe for some time, until the prickling weight of the rising sun brought panic into my head. I had to get him to a safe place. My paws dug into the frozen ground. If I buried him, hed be safe from the sun, safe from predators, safe from me. Blood tainted the dirt as I dug, and I knew it had to be mine. Gabe had stopped bleeding hours ago. Even when I dragged him, he no longer left a metallic-scented trail. Id stopped more than a handful of times just to cry over him. Though as a lynx it was little more than a terrible mewing. The prickling feel of the sun increased. I really began to panic, digging until I had to struggle out of the hole. Even then it was nowhere large enough to protect him from the coming daylight. Then I had to laugh at my silliness. Gabe would have laughed too. I licked his face, put my paws to the earth, and commanded the ground to cradle him deeply. The dirt moved, parting and letting him sink into its embrace like quicksand. I sat on his chest, watching his face as the ground overtook him.
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