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The mated couple had not left with their tail tucked between their legs, as Rakharo had imagined. They had left stiffly and proudly, and when the duo trotted to snap at them, they spun and snapped back to turn and go again. It never came to blows; Tonravik could be hypocritical, but firmly stood by the fact that attacking a pack wolf on their land was one of the dumbest things that a wolf could do. Iqniq was still healing from his battle with Kodiak, and if they were successful in their attempts to bring new life, it would be unwise to provoke any pack, regardless of how dimwitted she knew them to be.

Tonravik was not an emotional woman. She was not irrational, and rarely acted that way. But her temper in the past three days had spiked, and also, so had her desire to urinate.

With this spiked temper of hers, she thought of their meeting with the two wolves and the coyote slave, and she remembered the look in Rakharo's eye toward her. The alpha female wrinkled her muzzle as she and her mate marched along. There was a large rock wall before them, and as they turned to walk along it, Tonravik remained quiet. Her mind was as gnarled as the set of roots and shrubbery before them. If Tonravik could have understood the foreigners words, she would have killed him and been done with them.

"I think," she speaks at last, "that they must die." Tonravik looks to him, ear twitching, wondering his thoughts on the matter.