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Saena nodded mutely. There was no sense crying over spilled milk, but she still missed her home at Redtail Rise. She missed the hawks circling overhead; the wind rushing over the face of the cliff; the view, most of all. They'd been able to see the ocean to the west, the tops of maple trees to the far east. The glinting glacier north of that. The splendid rise of Nova Peak. All had been visible to the wolves of the ridge, and now their visibility was a fraction of that. Still, she supposed they were safer in the trees and they were nostalgic for her.

What brought her focus back to Vega was the mention of looking for a home. "What sort of place are you looking to settle in?" she asked with renewed interest, making almost no effort to hide her intent. After all, she was the alpha of a pack of dwindling adults. Recruitment was tough and any opportunity was golden. She would realize that even more once she finally figured out just how many packs surrounded her own, and for the first time she would view her neighbours as rivals as well as friends.