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hi, surya replied with a wag of his tail, glad that she came into the encounter with at least some semblance of friendliness. he knew not every meeting of wolves—especially those in the midst of a hunt—started (or ended) with smiles. looking for food?

her scent gave away nothing of great interest, just that she was a member of a pack he was not familiar with. so no one he could convince to come back with him to whitebark stream. . . ah, well. they needed hunters, yes, but they weren't so badly off that surya would beat himself up over any failed recruitment.

he lifted his chin in invitation. hunt with me? he asked lightly, smiling.