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Nanuk's comment about the nocturnal assault made Wildfire think of that night when she'd discovered her sleepwalking father, only to be harassed by a coyote. It had been a stressful encounter, though there had been nothing peculiar about it (aside from Peregrine's somnolent state). She didn't mention it now, though she bobbed her head again to show she appreciated the information and would put it to good use.

A tension she hadn't known was there left her muscles when Nanuk assured Wildfire that no pups had been harmed. "Good," she said simply. Perhaps it was in her pack's best interests that a local rival's litter didn't make it, though she just wasn't wired to think that way. The idea of pups dying literally made her chest hurt.

Nanuk readied to head home and Wildfire bobbed her head a final time. "Aside from needing a drink of water," she quipped, "I'm all right. Nice, uh, meeting you." Her lips twitched with good humor. It had certainly been a memorable first impression. Taking her cue, the young she-wolf turned from her latest acquaintance, amber eyes dropping to the ground as she began the search for water.