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It fell.

Finley gasped as the wall crumbled and sunlight poured into the cave. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion then - the snow spilling past her paws, wolves rushing past, voices crying out. The alpha saw it all as if from far away as she fell the the ground right along with the wall.

There was a rushing sound in her ears as everything happened, but she paid little attention to it. There was a sob in her throat when freedom finally came, and though she had no idea who was near or what was happening, she tiredly voiced a command to whoever would listen - which damn well had better be every one of them. "The puppies," she cried, "Feed them. Get them. The puppies."

Oriole is dead.