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There was to be a feast. He was excited by the thought of the pack coming together, sharing food before winter forced them into a collective sullenness. It would be a great time to foster relations with those he did not know: the new wolves especially.

Hush caught a bushel of pika, five of the small plump rodents that scurried along the mountainside. Recalling something he saw long ago, the mute gathered juicy fruits at the foot of the mountain and in the Maplewood — berries, mostly — and stuffed them into the carcasses. The berries squished easily, practically covering the rodents (and Hush) in berryjuice, adding to their flavor. When Heda called them together, he proudly presented his treat — sweet and savoury — nudging one towards Heda and Wildfire, and one to Gyda, his present to them. The other three he left in the pile for the others to try.