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Firebrand swayed beneath the stars. Valley unfolded before her, trees swaying beneath the weight of snow. Her paws carried her further through the vale, pale blanket crunching under paw. Moonlight glanced off the snow, the whole world illuminated and glowing. She felt at ease for once. Paws were tired, russet wolf having just returned from a scouting excursion, trying to learn the lands and the packs around them. Soon, she would be able to rest. But there was something about the night that called her.

The last thing she expected was to see someone else lingering in the darkness. Their face, features hardly distinguishable in pale light, was unfamiliar. Andromaque trudged forwards through the snow, leaving a trail of prints behind her.

"How's the night treating you?"