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Much to Lane's chagrin, her second child appeared on the heels of the first, and hot embarrassment rose in her cheeks and she began rifling through Mahler's things with a voraciousness that was far beyond Veteran's polite curiosity. 

"Wayfarer, that belongs to our friend Mahler," Lane chastised, tone a bit more gentle in front of company than it might otherwise have been. Mahler had mentioned within his howl that he had a gift for the Duskfire wolves, but it was unlikely that his intention was for the contents of the staghide to be strewn about as entertainment for Lane's offspring. 

Mahler and Lane shared the same line of thinking. 

"Around the time Iana disappeared, she was super worried about a mountain cat in the area. You don't think she would have gone after it, do you?" If Lane had ever known all the details about the cat, specifically that one of Rivenwood's own had been attacked-- she had forgotten them. 

Lane would never have imagined Iana to do something so dangerous as to track down a vicious predator on her own, but who was to say what reckless thing she might do, in a compromised state of mind?