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Her trips outside the territory rarely felt successful.  Hunts got distracted, attempts to recruit ended up finding nobody.  That was life, was it not?  Unfortunately.  Maybe it was somehow it was Liffey and Rannoch's choices continuing to poison the metaphorical well.  It was silly to think that they even would have the power, it was the kind of silly belief that a pup might have.  No wolves had power over such things, even if they might wish to.

Her steps were quick as she tracked a rabbit that had wove its way along the shore.  If she at least could catch that and bring it back to feed the growing pups perhaps she could break whatever silly jinx seemed to lurk above her head.  Not that she believed it, but to simply prove that it didn't exist in the first place.  Someone was coming from the opposite direction.  Hm.  The trail of the rabbit became a secondary thing, and as she got closer she whuffed to them.

Then closer so she could greet them properly.  Pause. I know you?  She couldn't quite shake the fact that they might have crossed paths somewhere in the past.  Long enough ago that she couldn't place a name or a location, but the hazy memory of her face and scent didn't seem like a total stranger.  Maybe she was wrong, but Arbiter was usually good about such things.