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Even though it was entirely correct to react with apprehension, Bazi found herself a little miffed that Scimitar did not insist that they tracked and killed the intruder immediately. Younger, childless Scimitar might have thrown himself into battle without a single thought for his own well-being, and whilst this was not a desirable trait in a father, she missed it. Children had evolved them both, and neither wolf fit their new skins particularly well.

Bazi sank onto her hindquarters, breaking eye contact to look into the trees. "Then I suppose we have to give up this place too," she responded petulantly, ignoring the fact that she had been far from thrilled by the idea of settling in the Grove. "Or we chase it out, like wolves."