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The more trees she marked, the better she felt. She was doing a job, she was being a wolf, she was doing her duty as a packmember. It made her feel better, and certainly she had forgot to mourn her old home while she focused on her task. Her focus, however, could not be blamed for her not noticing the approach of Lasher's son. She was not accustomed to having to monitor her surroundings for threats, and so she paid attention only to what was right in front of for the most part.

She startles, flinching sideways, her fur was already fluffed but she quickly forced it to smooth out upon seeing the young wolf. "Oh, er, ah," she stammered, caught off guard by the question. "I was marking." She raised a brow at him, her lips pursed. Why would he ask her that? She would think it was obvious what she was doing. It caused her tail to twitch with uncertainty.