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Perplexed, he waited, his howl fading across the expanse of trees and for a moment that seemed to stretch in to forever, Scimitar found himself in complete silence – no bird called, no wind rustled the pines of the thick woodland trees. No wolf answered him back. Helplessly he watched the wolf before him – a wolf dying – and he wondered if his son had felt this helpless before death had taken him too.
 
“Whittier,” he mumbled softly, not realizing he spoke the words aloud, but grateful there were none conscious to bear witness to the sorrow that grazed his voice. But he was met with a voice – a vision before him, dappled in dark tones, and as if an angel from above to save the man that had fallen at his border, she came forward to investigate.
 
Someone had answered his call.
 
“I don’t know who he is or what happened,” he offered, pulling back and offering her space as she fussed over her patient. Pasha came within the view from the corner of his eye, and he gave a nod to his son, his ears splaying back to his skull. “Can you save him?”
 
No sooner did the words leave him did the wolf speak, and Scimitar fell to silence, allowing the knowledgeable one before him to answer.