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Even when the undergrowth on the forest floor tried to thwart her again, Osprey did not give up on her pursuit. Huffing and puffing, she struggled through the dense scrub, yanking her lengthening limbs through loops of foliage that snagged at her and brushing through branches that etched furrows into the soft black fur on her back. The adult occasionally gained some ground on her but Junior toiled relentlessly, always catching up again.

At some point, the other wolf acknowledged her again with a question. "I's Jun-yaw!" the pup answered without thinking, fumbling through some brambles. "Hewp!" she cried when she found herself badly snared. There was no fear in her voice, just impatience.

Peregrine's instincts screamed for him to reveal himself and to help his daughter. Yet, for the moment, he hung back, watchful and waiting, to see if Nameless would do better this round.