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Stag wasn't expecting Wylla, so when he saw her jogging neatly around the perimeters he paused for a moment and studied her in quiet awe. She had always been something of an inspiration figure for the young boy; she was capable, she was strong, and most of all -- she never let anyone treat her like a doormat. She knew her place in the world, from what Stag could gather -- and he desperately wanted to be more like her.

He knew little of what it took to rear cubs, but assumed perhaps Mahler was watching them if Wylla was out. Clearing his throat with his mother far from his mind, Stag settled into a loose-legged jog after the Eisen with an amicable wag of his tail.