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Pallas had not directly anticipated her word would end the conversation, but in a way it was to be expected. The pale wolf watched as the younger pack-wolf turned, her slender form weaving down the foot-worn shale. Pallas did not follow: instead she remained silent and still save for the swish of her tail in the breeze. As Ness departed Pallas was overwhelmingly aware of the truth of her words, but offered no rejoinder.