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A black-furred male soon joined the quartet, summoned by Durnehviir's call. She surmised this must be the leader she had spoken of; he carried himself like an alpha, seasoned and strong. His bright orange eyes surveyed them as he questioned their intentions.

Samothes spoke first, explaining the situation, then Thelxiope added her own case. Snowe dipped her head in respectful greeting to Constantine and responded, "It's true; I had an accident and have lost my memory. It'll take a while for me to grow strong again. . .but I would be happy to help your pack in any way I can in exchange for staying here."

It had all gone rather fast. Snowe wasn't even sure if she wanted this for herself, yet the logical part of her brain knew she needed a place to stay during the winter to come. Already being around other wolves was helping her recover normal speech patterns and thought processes; in time, she would be whole again, and perhaps free to find her old home.

Only time would tell.