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Bridget made a noise of acknowledgement and decided to keep her thoughts to herself. On a normal day she might have told her friend just what she thought about that, but she wasn't about to risk the insult right now. If her estimation of them was low before, it was subterranean now.

It isn't something we can know, but I've always liked the thought. It doesn't make sense that we come and go from nowhere. She smiled, then swished her tail expansively. It felt nice to talk about it too. Weird to think that no one here has those stories. She'd never been surrounded by wolves who didn't know the tales of the otherworld. She didn't entirely bring it up for Teya's sake... handling two burials in quick succession, and having no one to share the rites with, had made her realize just how far from home she was.

What would you choose, do you think? A life of paradise or another go at it? When she was little, her father had asked her the same question and she'd immediately answered 'another go'. Would that answer change with age?