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Arlette asked a great question, one of which Zsuzsa could not answer fully. They would learn within the next coming weeks that the Saints would not have enough food with the oncoming blizzard about to take over the Wilds. “The traveling can definitely take a toll. As far as your question though, it can be hard to judge. For now, it seems like Tuktu has a good supply to sustain us.” There was no seasoned hunter in the Wilds that would be able to predict the oncoming famine that the blizzard would bring. All Zsuzsa knew, for the time being, was that they were in decent supply.
 
Revealing the reasoning behind her scars, it all made sense. Sounded like she endured a rough past. There was a visible frown to cast over her dark muzzle, ears lowering at the mention of a passing mate along with puppies. That had to cut deeper than the scars that were physically on her. “I’m sorry to hear.” The Mackenzie sympathized with her. Her ears perked back up though. “This seems like so much more of a better place than where you came from. Kynareth made me feel the same too. Made me feel like I actually belong somewhere.” There was a mile-long stare in her silver eyes. Her past had been just as tainted.