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Once more, she resisted an impulse to feed him platitudes and reassurances. Bat had been rooting for Tristan to succeed at this endeavor, though deep down, she didn't think either one of them was meant for leadership. They were free spirits, meant to run around and have fun, not tie themselves down with responsibilities. She quietly agreed with him: neither one of them was cut out for it. And that was okay.

She sighed again when he pressed for more information, recollecting the bittersweet visit to Sun Mote Copse. "Kiwi killed Colt," Bat said baldly, "and they're doing alright, all things considered, but there's more pups than adults. I just got the feeling like they could use a few more hands on deck." The yearling shrugged her slate shoulders. "No pressure. I just thought you should know."