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She had always been one to adjust to the changes of life fairly quickly, but it had been different this time. She worried over her son who was still missing, and she worried how her daughter was settling in. She was young and and would probably adjust easier, but Speedy still worried. It seemed that was all she had done lately. 

And that's what she was doing now. She wasn't sure where Malila was, and she was searching the territory for her scent just to make sure she wasn't getting into trouble or doing something dangerous—not that she really did things like that, but Speedy still wanted to make sure. 

The scent she found didn't belong to her daughter, though; it belonged to Mahler, the leader here and the man who had helped them when they were at their most vulnerable. She owed him more than she could ever repay. Following his trail, she trotted forward, slowing as she neared him and releasing a soft chuff as she came up beside the leader. How are you? she asked. She was used to being concerned with the well-being of her entire pack, and that need didn't change now that she was somewhere new.