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Thuringwethil frowns when Blixen admits to snapping at Wildfire but not for that reason. Their daughter is hurting and doesn’t know how to go through it—she isn’t the one to come to, as Wildfire is her one and only—and so she moves so they’re shoulders gently bump.

“Your mother is kind of scary,” she says in jest, looking back ahead. She hadn’t talked with her mate much about their first litter’s personal lives. It’s been a roller coaster from the start and things hadn’t properly smoothed before trying again. But they can’t make fate work in their favor. “Are you sure she left?” she offers, a little more sullen. The last mistake she wants to make is someone in trouble and they don’t search for them: she has a lifetime to repay for Rose’s abduction but the other girl has stuck around thus far. ”We could look for her. Or if you think she’s natrona...” she adds, leaving the decision in her control.