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Eilidh had decided to run away.

Her father loved Casmir more, thought he could do a better job of scouting than she could. Eilidh as fast and she was smart! Just as fast and smart as Casmir, though apparently their father didn't think so. So in a huff, she had stormed off. And not just away from her father, but off the plateau. She didn't usually wander far into the flatlands, and she had been so angry she hadn't paid attention to where she was going, and soon found herself lost.

Oh well. That would serve him right! She'd run off and find a new pack to live in, a new place to call home, all because she wasn't worthy enough. Eilidh stomped through the grass, a strange crag of a mountain in the distance, and set her sights for there. She'd found her own pack. Just there, on that rise! And there was nothing her father could do about it.

Soon she found out she was thirsty and damn tired, and stopped at a lake to drink. She saw another wolf there, a woman, and paused on the shore to admire her. She was pretty, and grown up, which meant she could surely help Eilidh if needed. She barked a quiet greeting, sitting on the shore, her ears splayed forward in curiosity. Who was this woman?