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Lagan kept digging, and digging, and didn't stop until the snow begun to collapse into a heap, but collapsed enough so that Lagan could see real light again. And not the faint damp light that his dilated pupils conjured up. Real light, and to his eyes so used to darkness, he had to squint to see anything other than white. But soon he saw figures, wolves, rushing in to him and his family. It was his papa, and his twin. How good it was to see them again, his beloved family.

Papa! He shouted, rushing forwards, not minding all the snow that still drifted from the entrance. He leaped practically into his dad, smothering Elwood with nuzzles and affectionate kisses. He'd missed him so much. Liffey had run to their mother, and after seeing his dad Lagan ran to the female Blackthorns to hug them as well. They'd done it, broken the wall and freed themselves. Hey where's Raven? He asked, wondering where the baby firebird's older sister was. They really needed her, and Lagan had missed her a lot too.