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Crisp, cool water clung to his paws as Dovev launched himself out of the creek, the warm air sucking away moisture from his legs. There were few deep parts to the rocky, tumultuous river, and most of his crossings would only soak his fur up to his knees.

The grass was yellowing more and more with the approach of autumn, but today they were having a warm, humid spell that made Dovev seek the shade of a copse of willowy birch that stood on a slight rise in the earth. The trees were the most fragrant thing in the air- he hadn't scented the alphess or her cohort in quite some time. He wasn't sure what that meant, but usually it made the pack less structured and he wondered if that wolf, Shadow, was planning anything. He was a conniving one, that silver brute, who had placed seeds of discord among Falwasi and him before Scimitar had showed up. Although Dovev held an opinion that Shadow was a bit dickish, whatever he was planning with his story had taken root. It would be hard to image Bazi as a cooperative and strong figurehead for Swiftcurrent after that event.