Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

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It was hard to say what exactly this was. Obviously, they'd gathered a group and settled in a location, but calling this a pack felt wrong. It was more like a troop, or a bevy; a bevy of strangers, each with the hope of not dying come winter. Dulce remained unsure of her position and purpose, feeling more like an outsider than she figured the others did. 

They'd been beside the river for a few nights so there was no doubt that their scents had begun to rub off. Instinct told Dulce to define a border between out there and in here, whatever here was. The sun had set only some minutes ago, leaving the sky covered in variegated shades of purple and blue. She sat for a moment, debating if this was really how she wanted to spend the start of the night, before standing and moving to find a good starting point.