Hatshepsut patrolled before dawn each morning, and did not eat until she had completed her sweep of the glacial territory. They were far removed from other wolves; she had not caught the scent of strangers, only the pleasant fragrance of ice and tundra beginning to steep irrevocably into her own pelt. Soon she would depart, and explore, however, but for now she was content with hunting and her own quiet wanderings of their home.
The lynx and its hovering presence angered the Egyptian; she too thought of the children and how they would fare against a much larger, hateful beast. But the existence of the cat in their forests was a very affront against the Duskfire wolves, and Hatshepsut began to scheme as to how the pest could be caught and slain. Lost in her thoughts, the Lambda continued in a swift manner along the borders, gaze burning.
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