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When she reached the opposite shore, she paused, idly shaking cold water from her paws as she tilted her smudged snout into the air to sift through the scents again. There was another one in there that struck her as familiar, yet she couldn't place it. Before she could spend any time trying to identify it, she heard weighted footfalls coming her way. Although she was fairly certain she hadn't crossed any boundaries, the she-wolf immediately lowered her head. Not only did it serve as a gesture of respect, it also covered her throat.

Saena herself appeared, cutting an unmistakable and noticeably rounded figure against the backdrop of trees behind her. "Saena," Wildfire veritably breathed, feeling a tiny flicker of gladness for the first time in days. "I didn't realize I was in your neighborhood until just now." She meant to say something else after that, perhaps offer to make herself scarce if she was too close after all, but instead Wildfire's amber gaze dropped to Saena's almost comically distended midsection. She stared in silence without realizing she was doing it.