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Zombie's reconnection with her brethren was a slow, aching process—she had been used her lonely survival and lack of companionship. Having never been a particularly social (or pleasant) wolf, it forcing herself to reforge a life within the rigid structure was draining... but much better than the alternative. Her relationship with Jinx was strained, but the tense understanding they had of one another remained as it always had. Somehow, for some reason, the leader was the only wolf that had ever earned a real shred of loyalty from Zombie.

She sat in the shadows, silent, taking in the politics of Jinx's announcement. The words spoken rang true in the thin wolf's own heart, and at once she knew what it was about the she-wolf that led them that drew her so fiercely. Of all the wolves Zombie had met, it seemed that Jinx was the only true wolf; indeed, the only sane one.

Still silent, electric eyes hooded, Zombie gave a nod of affirmation.