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The commander arrived fairly promptly but rather than join Wildfire, she hung back, a slightly suspicious look on her face. The Bandrona threw her a reassuring smile but did not try to coax her closer. She could move in if and when she was more comfortable with the situation. In the meantime, Fox went ahead and introduced herself and the boys—though not before Whip spat out an awkward question and their mother roundly rebuked him for it.

If not for her mate's presence, the Bandrona might have found it sort of amusing. She was still entertained, though mostly she was worried that her younger brother had just insulted the Heda. She shot a worried look at the stoic commander, then looked directly at Whip as she calmly explained, "We're companions, just like any other mated pair." She smiled a little tightly at him. Her eyes, though warm, said, And that's all you need to know.

"Thuringwethil here is the Heda, or commander, of the pack," Wildfire explained. "Her wolves originated in the north. She saved my life, as well as being the best thing that ever walked into it." She shot Whip a sort of meaningful glance, then smiled a little more easily at the accepting Fox and the quiet Gannet. The yearling turned her head, utmost fondness written all over her face as she regarded Thuringwethil through the same lenses her family members must be looking through.