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"We should prepare." Scimitar's voice was punctuated by a sharp crack of thunder. Bazi barely winced, but folded both ears protectively against her narrow skull. "We do," she agreed, gazing out at the gathering storm. Silence followed between the two wolves as they watched and waited for their cue to get moving - they were already home, and the forest they already inhabited offered the best protection for miles around.

"We need to prepare.. other things, too. Longer term," Bazi said then, turning to look at her mate. There was concern in her eyes, but it shared space with a determined glint that hadn't surfaced much since the drama days of Swiftcurrent Creek. "I'm worried about the kids. They're so soft, and sweet, and after what Saena said about those Blackfeather wolves.. I think we should start training them. I think we should start training them now." She gazed at him, hopeful, bright white against the darkening land. "I don't want them to grow up thinking it's acceptable to waltz up to a stranger and say 'hey there'. They aren't wanderers, like we were - they don't have to be weak."