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An important part of belonging to a pack was making oneself useful. Behati knew this second-hand, having spent at least some of her life in the company of her mother before Daddy took her away. She could not recall the circumstances under which they became a single-parent household, but wished Mother had stayed a little longer. Her knowledge of pack etiquette was patchy at best, and she wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself after seeking out a few wolves to greet.

Food, maybe? Everyone needs food. God - with this many wolves, they might be able to take down buffalo. Behati could scarcely hide her giddiness as she ventured to the edge of the Plateau, brown-tipped ears standing tall and nose working the air hard, trying to catch wind of nearby prey. With her toes clinging to the edge, she watched from the southern edge of her new home, looking south with squinted eyes and steely determination.