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"I'm here," Doe choked, burying her face in her daughter's dark coat. "I'm here, lamb, Mama's here..." More words tumbled out, nonsensical and virtually indecipherable from the happy whines that were slipping past her teeth. This was real, she was home. The girl she'd thought dead had returned, skinny and cold but alive.

Her eyes watered, blurring the beloved lines of these two wolves, her husband and her first daughter. It was as though a missing piece of her delicate psyche had been returned, and for the first time in weeks, Doe began to breathe freely once more.

"Let's go home," she murmured, shooting Szymon a worried glance. It was too cold out here for a prolonged reunion, and all thoughts of food had since fled from Doe's mind. They would all last a few more days.