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Huā had returned home, finally, from her mission- satisfied with the knowledge that her enemies would be moving themselves far, far, away- and that she had won her little battle, along with the help of her fellow leaders. She had come home to the familiar faces of her children, kissed them all and held them tight- for even a week away was excruciating. They had been safe under the care of Daiyu, among others who stopped in to bring by food and occasionally a bone or some other toy. Now she lay among them, thinking of how quickly they had grown, how soon it would be that they might move to a larger rendezvous zone. 

She was nearly slipping into a much-needed nap when the howl struck the air, and her ears perked at the voice she thought she would never hear again. Had she slipped into some delusion? Was she imagining that song? The siren could not risk it, would not, and soon was climbing out of the den to rush to the borders. 

When she arrived, the woman was turned away- put that pale coat, that dark cape, could only be one wolf. 

YING!!! Huā cried, galloping towards her in a tackle-hug she was sure the mercenary could handle. Had her memories returned? Or had she simply wandered here by chance? Huā preferred the former, but even the latter was better than nothing- for seeing her sister was a greater blessing than anything she could imagine. For the moment, the girl's former pregnancy did not reach Huā's mind yet, too focused on the present moment.