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Just as soon as she'd reunited with her family, they were torn apart again, though Wildfire didn't know it. Critically weakened both physically and mentally, she remained in a stupor for days, barely hanging in there by a frayed thread. She might never have woken, except that a ferocious hunger stirred in her sleeping body. The first few times someone attempted to feed her, the inner beast rattled its cage but Wildfire showed no outward sign of acknowledgement. For whatever reason, this time meat was presented to her, the she-wolf's eyes popped open as if she had secretly been wide awake all along.

Without acknowledging anything—the lurking stranger, the unfamiliar surroundings—Wildfire tore into the meat, hardly chewing and swallowing each nourishing morsel with ravenous noises. It wasn't long before the hare was gone entirely and she was licking every scrap of flesh and blood off the floor. When there was nothing left, she gave the salty stone a few more swipes of her tongue, then blinked and looked upward, brain suddenly going online.

"Wh—wh—uh?" Wildfire tried to say, her voice rough with disuse from her catatonic state. She felt cold all over as everything came back to her and she simultaneously realized she was stuck in yet another cave, being guarded by a strange wolf. She very nearly retched. Instead, she turned her muzzle toward the source of light, her heart skipping a beat when she realized freedom and fresh air was so close at hand. She darted toward it.

And ran smack dab into someone just outside the door, hard enough to send Wildfire buckling to the ground.