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Magpie settled a bit as soon as Amekaze conceded, the elder's admission acting as a balm on her ire. At least she knew she and the rest of her pack were savages... except Summer. The thought of him calmed the black-and-white yearling further, though she would not allow her guard to fall completely. Ferdie had let her go, yes, but who knew if it had been a ruse— what if he ordered her recapture? She didn't trust the brutish woman; the memory of her teeth, the moment Magpie had lost her freedom, would always burn in Magpie's heart. "Then you should have gone after her," she responded, with all the tense patience of someone explaining something for the hundredth time to a child, "if she's who you really wanted. There's nothing worse than stripping someone of their free will. Only more."

She thought little of throwing the fiery woman under the bus like that; Magpie felt an undying loyalty to the small wolf, but if she had been given a choice, she'd have rather seen Fox get punished for Fox's choices. Magpie might have left right then, their conversation clearly going nowhere— but there was something she wanted from all of this. Quietly, knowing she had no real right to ask after her tirade, she queried, "How is Summer?"