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She lay there, the thrall, stretched out on her side. The lands had been restored, mostly, and while other wolves were regaining their body mass with the return of the prey she remained her thin self. Being omega, it was rare she ate the same as the other pack wolves, as she was last to touch a meal. Her frame was delicate, her ribs pushing out against her pelt. But Harley, he was the thing that kept her from fading. His attentions prevented her from starving to death, prevented her from diminishing to a single skeleton. She was gaining weight, albeit slower than other wolves.

The heat beat down today, sun blanketed the mountain. The air shimmered, she noticed offhandedly, in certain places where the rock was bared to the heavens. She watched the going-ons of the world around her from her place beneath an oak with thick foliage, shading her from the harsh beams of sun.