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Ishmael raised his hands and the tree that Windor was in began to shake violently, as if trying to throw them off.

Milo began to herd the remaining Bushbeasts into the forest, away from the group. They weren’t combative creatures, but if they began to respond to Ishmael’s energy, the hybrid wasn’t sure they would be able to be contained. The Bushbeasts shuffled along obediently.

Huck stood but was also unsure of what to do. Ishmael being busy with Windor meant he didn’t have to talk/lie to the peace god about his refusal to hibernate, but at the same time, while he was a bit more inclined to fight than other members of his species, he wanted this to go much smoother than the absolute mess that was happening in front of his eyes now.