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Refering to this thread. Anyone can join/be the wolf he speaks to at the end.

There were a lot of things that Dag liked about Saena. Her flighty nature was one of them, even though it caused the pack no little amount of worry. He'd come to the sound of raised voices and thought - for a frightening instant - that it'd been Warbone to wreck such havoc on the first female's body. But the reality of the situation had quickly dawned on the boy, and he'd gone away dilligently at the first male's request. To hunt for their alpha female.

The others were around, sweeping through the grass and trees nearest to them just as he was. A fresh layer of snow hid all outward apperances of life, but Dag's keen nose could detect things underneath the white powder.

Here and there, the young male stopped to scrabble at the dirt, seeming aimless in his attempts for the cloudy look on his face. He was worried for Saena; for already, the boy loved her fiercely. He wanted her to get better fast, so that she could keep being the Saena he believed her to be - strong, and invincible - instead of the Saena he sometimes feared she might become. (Restless, uncertain, gone.)

There was a vain hope in his heart that, if they could be good enough for her, to her, she would be forced to stay for her affection toward them. He was angry with Warbone for being mean to her, worried that she would not want to stay if he continued to do so - 

Dag pounced, nose spearing into the snow empty-jawed only to come up with a shrieking field mouse in his jaws. It was not much, but Dag took it anyway, crunching down once to end its fear. Limb body in his mouth, the male turned back toward his firsts, planning to leave the vole where @Saena would find it. He rubbed his cheek against it so that she would know by his scent that it was from him, and that he wished her well.

Turning away, he rejoined his packmates on the search for food, turning to the nearest one to ask: "Had any luck?"