Duskfire Glacier There are times that walk from you.

She growled to herself, furious: at her mother's disregard for her feelings, at being left behind, at the constant uprooting. Wayfarer was tired of being dumped with the mothers of the pack, especially when Dad expected her to play nice with his other kids.

Meerkat, one of the wayward medic's chosen caretakers for her brood, had actually seemed pretty cool when last they met - but Wayfarer presently had no interest in any interaction with her. She regarded the yearling briefly, disinterest in her blue-amber gaze as she looked her way from beneath a furrowed brow before stubbornly turning her face away.

The assault on her stick only intensified.