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She stumbled across a cousin instead, though both Pura and his sister had long since ceased to be cousins or even couslings. They were full-blown siblings. As such, Osprey's dark face broke into a smile at the sight of the freckled gray wolf. Momentarily ignoring the uncertainty on Pura's face, she strode up to him and greeted him with a nip to the bridge of his muzzle. Her tail raised too. Despite being gone three weeks (and pronounced dead), she still fancied herself the top dog of the puppy pack. She wasn't as much of a bully about it these days, though her dominant behavior left nothing to the imagination.

Pura's question elicited a quirk of her brow. "Why aren't you dead?" she shot back. Then something clicked in her mind and she added, "I went away for a while but I didn't die," in a mildly indignant tone. The adults hadn't filled her in on that little detail, as it was rather morbid. They should've known it would come up regardless, like an insistent pimple breaking through the skin, an angry red pustule. "You thought I died, Pura?" she pressed wonderingly.