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Within, there seemed no sign of strife or starvation. There were no bodies, no sign of battle. So they must have scattered, as packs sometimes will. This quieted the sadness she felt at having come so far for nothing. This, and the realization that she had not come for nothing. She had somewhere to go, somewhere where she already had a friend. She would go to Donnelaith.

But first she would thoroughly explore the place she had seen in her dreams.

It was not long before the coywolf caught the scent of another. It carried the smells of an unfamiliar pack- though all packs here were unfamiliar- and was green with herbs. Starbuck followed the scent, curious and hopeful, and found that the wolf was not far off. Starbuck hailed her with a coyote's yip, her tail high and friendly, her ears thrust forward. Greetings! she chirped when near enough for words.