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Still dreams of Dante danced in her head. Osprey didn't know why, nor did she really worry about it much. She just liked to look at him and when she couldn't do it in person, she summoned up his face in her mind's eye. He was so different from most of the other wolves here, with his sterling fur and nearly colorless eyes. They were piercing and reminded her vaguely of Mees, whose own fiery gaze had forever emblazoned a place in her memory.

The youngster was so caught up in her daydream that she wandered directly into the trunk of an aspen with a quiet thunk. Junior stood there dazed for a moment, blinking back to full awareness, only to turn and make eye contact with the nearby Blue Willow.