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Moon Runner found Saturday’s Sunrise near the water. The girl mirrored her sister’s loose body posture as her tail began to wag back and forth, happy to be reunited like two halves of a locket.

She fawned with happy whines and muzzle pokes along Saturday Sunrise’s silver ruff, inhaling her familiar scent. It was always changing as they matured: from milk-soaked to pine-scented, but always with an undertone that was uniquely Sister.

I have missed you, too, the spirit said warmly. I will never be far from you.

She dropped the bone at Sister’s feet. Was it not a hunter’s job to make sure the pack was fed? Even if it was from a cache?

For you, the spirit said.

Then, she noticed the wound on Sister’s muzzle. Moon Runner’s nose hovered over it as she tried to parse what had happened.