North stopped with its white jaw above the black threshold.
The animal's head and forward shoulder occupied the old road. Its rear body remained beneath copper sky, beyond three broken gate views. Gray air moved around its neck without showing how much of North had crossed.
Caleb lay against one white plate and kept pressure over his hip.
The lowest suture had opened eight millimeters. Four remained closed. Irik Vann used clean scar cloth from the riding room to replace the soaked outer pad, then stopped when Caleb's blood reached the line Sefa marked on the camera.
"Hold that," Sefa said from Basalt. "No climbing until I see the bleeding slow."
Caleb pressed with both hands. "You can keep saying it."
"I intend to."
Elara sat beside Sefa with her right arm in its sling. Her left hand kept the site view apart from the Crossing Six views. No person path joined them.
Farah began with bodies, not the yard.
