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She watched him quietly, champagne eyes sharp on his miserable features. He responded to her bluntly, perhaps even somewhat awkwardly, and durnehviir rumbled a curious "hm."

It was a shame, Durnehviir mused, that her young subordinate clearly did not share the same interest in his pack-mates as she. Her hope for Swiftcurrent had always been to bring its wolves together, unite themselves as family and live their lives contently. The birth of her pups had prevented her from much social interaction with her comrades, but it was something she hoped to change as the children's reliance on her constant attention slackened. "It's Arrille, yes?" she asked, trying once more to initiate some conversation from him.