Tareq slept fitfully that night, drifting in and out of semiconsciousness while Mhumhi curled close beside him. His swollen leg felt hot, and it jumped every time Mhumhi brushed it. As dawn approached, Mhumhi got up to stand guard against what would doubtless be another tide of screamers.
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Darkeye Chapter 98
The chapter title is actually a terrible pun.