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I feel all kinds of awkward with Naga. Haven't quite figured her out yet.

It was well enough for Naga that the pack that had taken her in was quiet, and seemed to stay out of one another's way—she hadn't seen the leaders since they brusquely accepted her into their ranks, with little question as to why she was alone. Atropos was out there somewhere, potentially without a pack, and the chill in the air and soft raining days meant winter would be coming. They were used to the Alaskan tundra, and Naga might not have been so worried if their mothers were still with them.

A six month old couldn't bring down an elk on their own; arrogant and proud and all full of destiny as they were, Naga knew this was true of she and her sister. They would need a pack to survive the winter. And so most of her days were spent beyond the borders, searching for any sign of the sister she never thought would leave her side.

Today, however, the young Kesuk-Nereides remained. She was tired, mostly, and figured it would be polite to at least try and know the pack that would help her survive the winter. She navigated through the dark conifers, scouting out someone to talk to—but it seemed almost as difficult as attempting to find Atropos. Naga sighed heavily, but in the next breath she could taste meat in the air—old, but the earthy smell betrayed it. Someone had opened a cache!

She followed her nose, quite proud of her powers of deduction, and before long came across a pale female not a whole lot older than herself... at least, the stranger was one of the younger wolves that Naga had come across in this new land. "Hello," she said awkwardly, not at all eloquent like her mothers would be, "I was starting to think I was the only one home."