Moonspear not being able to find it

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Olive had been letting her babes stray farther and farther from her side recently  -- perhaps it was a side affect of her and Dakarai's splitting, but the mother had confidence in their resilience and street smarts. The two babes had been through more in their few months of life than most wolves far older than they and they've had to glean some self-reliance from such hardships. Of course, Olive's instincts leaned more towards the helicopter method of parenting [were these two children not the last vestiges of the pack and mate she had once loved?] so, more often than not, Olive could be found mere yards away, watching her lovely babies at play and further develop their lovely little personalities. It was one of her favorite past times.

And if they strayed away, Olive had trained herself to soothe her ragged nerves. The only way they would learn about the world was through firsthand experience, as she had -- and that took a certain sense of autonomy and freedom.

However, when the call rang out and reached her ears, Olive made picked herself up and made haste.She had been busy at work, tidying them den [cleanliness was next to godliness, after all]. Her muscles bade her to run but her mind forced her to walk at a rapid clip, reassuring herself that her cub was being returned to her side and nothing more. So the mother limped quickly [her twisted ankle had never healed entirely, though she had learned to accommodate and made her hitch as unnoticeable as possible] and when she saw Hydra, Aries in mouth, with an unknown male in tow, Olive's heart constricted. The tension was palpable.

Without a word, the sylph slowed and dipped her head at Hydra, then Terence. Her gaze fell upon her own, heated and lively -- surely, there had to be an explanation here.

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