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Heartha moved from her den in the winter morning to Alder's call. Her feet were cold as she treaded lightly across the ground. Once she arrived, what she saw shocked her. They had lost a member. If her pups had followed, she would not have wanted them to see this. Alder had done the burying, a hard job considering that the member, despite Heartha not having met her personally, but Alder might have.

She stood there with a mourning expression. "I am sorry, Alder...Who is she? I don't think I ever met her."