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Whip's gaze snapped down from the tree tops when he heard a nearby bark. It startled him. He stopped his forward motion and he looked around the wood, eyes wide. But then, he saw movement. From Whip's periphery, he could see another wolf approach. He turned and recognized Kalika walking toward him and he offered her a rare smile. "Oh," Whip spoke. "Hey Kalika." His tail wagged behind him.

But, her voice was harder than usual; unlike the tender softness of their last encounter. His smile faltered and his brow furrowed with deep lines of confusion. "Everything alright?" he asked.