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He had hoped perhaps the wolf had made a substantial kill, or had come across a fallen deer. In short, he had hoped that there may be enough that the wolf might be inclined to share. But instead, his blue eyes drifted to a small fish held between her paws. There was a slight tilt to his ears as they turned backward. The fish was hardly enough for one, let alone two.

Make that three. Four. In no time, the dinner summons had attracted two others, behaving in a manner that told him two things. One, they were packmates with the copper and white female, and two, she lead them. Her own reaction confirmed as much. There was a fifth somewhere in the distance, howling an interest in meeting, but she did not show, and Rexxar, faced with three pack wolves, knew his chance at a meal were shot.

The alpha female turned toward him and ordered him out. He did not argue. The smokey male tipped his snout down with a polite smile, and then loped away.

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