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Wraen retraced the steps she had taken previously in hopes that she would find a new lead. But she did it only half-heartedly, her mind occupied with many thoughts and matters that needed to be taken care of. She had seen little of, how tough the competition was, where more than two packs inhabited the same premises, but Firebirds and Asterism grove were in a good place for these trying times. Most of the valley belonged to them only, free to go and search for food and have no fears of running into a hostile force. With a huge block of mountains between copse and Moonspear, Wraen hardly considered them as competitors.

She did not think of them that often, unless she crossed paths with them. This happened now. A sound of falling pebbles under one's feet made her stop and turn around. She observed the dark-pelted wolf carefully - the other had an air of decisiveness and focus about them, which meant that the noise had not been an accident, rather an attempt to draw attention. They achieved. Wraen said nothing to encourage, but kept her posture neutral and mildly interested. From her point of view it was still difficult to tell, which of the black wolves from her circle of acquaintances this was. Unfortunately, with no signature scent to guide her, they looked all the same from afar.