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In those moments of silence, within the weight of the waiting, Dhalia's mind raced quicker than the antelope on the prairies back home. She thought of everything and nothing at all; conjured up worries that were justified and ones that were eccentric. Wondered if the Glen had survived - or if they had relocated, and merged, with on of their sister packs. Wondered if Osiris' face might greet her after all.

She didn't realize how she shifted in place, or chewed her lip, until who should arrive but the familiar gunmetal face of -

"Phox!" she felt the tightness of her muscles uncoil in relief when she saw the man - even more when he recognized her. "I'm so glad it's you!" There was a hint of strain to her voice, and her words tumbled out without much forethought. Although she was generally an observant girl, she missed any sign of unusual distress on Phox's face. Whatever she did notice, she chalked up to the bear attack -- for it had been bad, and she wondered, now, aloud, "the bear, the Glen - are you - were you - did it get you guys too?"