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"Same ol, same ol," the coywolf replied, raising from his bow to stand comfortably. It was a genuine answer: Jaws had not been up to anything particularly interesting, or at least nothing he considered worth sharing with his Beta female. He had been tending to the borders and the caches like a dutiful packmate and had been keeping himself out of trouble somehow. He had not even run into Dove lately, who was quietly doing her own thing these days. Jaws still did not know if she was carrying pups, but was beginning to think she was not. Fortunately for him.

"You?" he returned. "What are you looking for? Or who?" Jaws raised a brow. It had seemed to him like his leader's mind had been occupied by something.