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"Do so for your own sake," Sarah nodded, though she was not at all convinced that the black and white she-wolf would get through the valley with her skin intact. On the other hand - she looked over her shoulder on the distant lands of Rising Sun valley - the old battle ax was not sure, if life there was any better. Sure, no one had tried to kill there. But "yet" was just a matter of time. 

"I will have a..." family there? Words remained unsaid. Saying that Lost Creek hollow wolves were a family in the truest sense of the word was just as saying that your work-place you did not like very much was a home sweet home for you. "A pack to return to," she finished. "There is food-shortage and I was over there to see, if things were better. They are not."