Caspa wrenched both her shoulders as she flung the slab aside, but hardly noticed the pain. The two dropped in unison to the side of the fortunate canine, and she seized his wrist to take the pulse. Swentzle confirmed he too could feel signs of life. The only danger she could imagine was staying where they were, sucking in this noxious dust and waiting for more of the building to crumble around their heads. "Let us move him into the air," she suggested with regret in her voice, knowing that it was most likely to be internal injuries or broken bones that the poor creature suffered from and also knowing that moving him with ignorance was likely to exacerbate these conditions. She did not feel they had a choice, though: if something else fell on him, he was almost certainly dead, as were she, Swentzle and the cougar, wherever it had gone. Caspa knelt and slipped a hand beneath the canine's shoulders, supporting him into a half-sit. Compared with that stone block, he was light. "If you bend down and take his arm, we can lift him."
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