Swiftcurrent Creek this exam accounts for 80% of your final grade

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Ame's ears flickered at the notion of a captive and her minty stare traced his way then, studying the dark wolf with subdued curiosity. With her head tilted ever so subtly, she wondered the reason of this and of what good it could be. Her understanding of the pack was not yet full, so she offered him a squint and listened on, not sure how she felt about the taste of all this.

Then they were dismissed and Amekaze would not linger unnecessarily. She had a bit to digest, now, and wished to do so in solitude. Her ears would be listening for further word from Njal and his training plans, but she did not expect it to happen immediately, so would follow her own whims for the time.

She said nothing, but glanced across the other faces of newcomers and dipped her muzzle in a sweeping, generalized farewell before turning to take her leave. The dark wolf glided into motion, and soon assumed a trot towards a rolling hill upon which to hunt.