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Kigipigak fell into the backdrop and Kukutux motioned for Towhee to follow her. She hesitated, glancing over at him and offering a nod, then padded behind the white she-wolf to an igloo of some sort. Ulaq, she thought with a tiny snort.

Once again, the woman's hospitality caught her off guard. Towhee could only watch, orange eyes slightly wide, as Kukutux produced some tender pieces of meat. She wasn't in a position to refuse food, so she accepted the strips of jerky with a grateful nod.

Wraen had despised this woman. But she'd also hated Hydra. Anyway, what did a dead person's opinion even matter? Of course, Towhee would always remember Wraen fondly. She would never forget the countless times Wraen had supported her. But she was gone and her past takes simply couldn't have any bearing on Towhee's present or future.

Kukutux said more words in that poetic way of hers while Towhee chewed. She kept her eyes on the woman's lips, taking her time to parse everything she said. She couldn't help but let out another snort, louder this time. Sometimes, a she-wolf's season really did make the decision for her, as Towhee knew all too well.

"You got that right," she said, "and Fennec's okay, I think. I don't know if you know Bronco but they're mates now. They have a son, my grandson." To this day, Towhee beamed like an idiot whenever Killdeer came up in conversation. "They went their own way when the Redhawks recently disbanded."

Towhee paused to take another bite of meat before saying, "On that note, I guess I'm on the market for another pack. Could yours use someone like me?" she wondered, not at all certain Moonglow would be the right fit. But there was no harm in feeling it out, right?