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"He loves Nova Peak in that way?" Saena assumed. She couldn't imagine a wolf allowing anything to bar them from their chosen place in the world, whether it be a territory or a position in a pack. She lived for both, and had found both, a fact for which she was exceedingly lucky. Hard work aside, many wolves were not so fortunate. It seemed that Kaskara's brother had found a similar lot in life, and that made them kindred in a way. "I would not dream of disrupting you and yours either," she said conclusively. The pack would follow her word, and her word would prevent any displeasure from Nova Peak.

"We could negotiate that if ever it became an issue, I think," Saena said, proud that she could sound so grown up. The truth was that Saena wanted nothing to do with other wolves' wars. Committing herself and her wolves to Nova Peak now, before anything developed with any other pack, was something she would much rather avoid. She wished to share the north with them, but maybe not their feuds, not until she knew exactly how large the feuds were.