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Her amber eyes snapped open at the sound of swift footfalls coming her way. She sat up straighter just as a familiar figure encroached on her space, slightly tense as she watched a series of emotions flicker across his face. It eventually settled into a blank mask of disappointment and she glanced down at the scraps of her kill—all the truly inedible bits—and then back up at the mute wolf, frowning in apology. She would have shared, in better times. Her guilt redoubled.

Then another figure sidled onto the scene, like bees drawn to a sweet spring flower. Although the first face was familiar—and Wildfire knew nothing of Hush's brief disappearing act—this one was more welcome if only due to their familiarity with one another. She was very fond of Gavriel, following their (mis)adventure together, and she felt closer to him than perhaps anyone in the pack besides the Heda herself. She shot him a very careworn smile, then glanced between the two males.

"Do you two know each other?" she wondered, trying to harness the brain power to make introductions if it proved necessary. Wildfire honestly felt less sluggish for her scanty meal, which only served to make her sense of guilt burrow deeper.