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A rank mess of a wolf emerged. Bazi couldn't help but recoil from the Lecter-like smell, pity and disgust mingling in her expression. It wasn't like Ferdie von Pelt to let himself go like this, and she wasn't convinced that sickness was to blame. He had been deteriorating since stepping foot in Swiftcurrent Creek, losing muscle mass and enthusiasm for life with every passing week. Whatever this was, it came from either his mind or his soul, and the newly appointed Beta was beginning to lose her patience.

"I'm sorry Bazi, I will find a new den."

Bazi stopped. "What? Why?" the northern wolf demanded, swishing her tail irritably. She had expected congratulations and questions about her day - not self-piteous crap, and it instantly sparked her temper. "What is wrong with you, exactly?" she added in an entirely unsympathetic tone - in case it was illness, and Ferdie had neglected to tell anyone.