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Loneliness haunted her. This was not the kind of pack she was used to, and Bazi was starting to wonder if she had made a mistake by pledging her allegiance to this motley crew of vagabonds. She had gone the entire morning without seeing another wolf - the entire morning - and was itching for any kind of interaction. At least winter was starting to pack its things and move on; the air was pleasantly warm, and every tree she saw looked busy with preparations for spring.

The newcomer found Tuwawi attempting to climb one such tree, and felt a rush of relief so strong that she thanked the spirits out loud. She genuinely had to check the urge to sprint over and tackle the other female; they were strangers, not family. Not yet. Instead, she announced herself with a woof from a distance and closed the gap at a trot, tail wagging (an understatement - it was a white blur) low to the ground and body language hovering between submissive and neutral.

"I'm Bazi!" she announced breathlessly, stretching her head forward to offer Tuwawi the first sniff.