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Diane couldn't hide her affront at his initial response. Her ears fell back, cradling her head as she gazed at Terich, feeling helplessly estranged. Certainly a fear of water was as silly as it felt— especially considering where she was from and the things she'd been used to before the tidal wave. Her gold eyes, watery and averted, shot up to the gray wolf's face as he amended the way he had reacted. As he stepped forward and pressed his cold nose against her forehead, she closed her eyes, inexplicably afraid at first, but her worries simply melted away beneath his reassuring touch; and instead of being faced with the pain she had expected, she was left feeling his absence as he stepped back again.

She opened her eyes, familiar now with the warmth she always felt from Terich's immeasurable kindness. He had soothed her before, and was dong it again like he was natural at it. She could only assume that he was. His next words, however, made Diane gawk at him disbelievingly. Mainly because he said he was afraid of heights— but he lived on a mountain! Now she understand the reason he had laughed, feeling it intensely herself now. Diane smiled: "you're joking!" But he wasn't, proceeding to explain that it was Capri who had convinced him to stay.

Without meaning to, a flare of envy tainted Diane's thoughts of the black-and-silver Alpha. She was beautiful, influential, and strong— and handsome wolves like Terich and Taggarik were at her beck-and-call. She couldn't hate the superior woman though; if anything, she wanted to be just like her. Diane became aware that her companion had asked her something, and she turned her eyes towards him for a second while she recalled what he had said. "Well, I guess it was all water, but I... I got too thirsty so I started eating snow, and drinking from puddles," she said, shrugging. "Hearing water bothers me, but I'm getting over that... Now I'm just— I'm just trying to... trying to..." Diane grew flustered.

What was she trying to do? Get back to how she used to be? That didn't matter anymore. Not on the Ridge. This place was nothing like the Cove, so what did it matter if she got over her fear of water or not. It wasn't like fish was her mainstay anymore. But then she knew why. "I miss it.. the water. I wasn't always afraid of it. I loved the water— it... it was my whole life."