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Druid didn’t know much about the packs’ alliance, yet if Heda said it was so, then it was so. Mireille seemed to think her sister would be safe. The gray youth thought again of Heda’s close call and the man’s ready reaction. She nodded to herself, deciding they would look out for her.

Wait, she said when Mireille bade her farewell, reaching out a dark foreleg to stay her. We should get something to eat and drink before we head home. I think I saw a stream over here, Druid said, tipping her head before hastily leading her companion to it.

But before she bent to drink, Druid paused with pursed lips. Do you think, she asked Mireille, the caribou have drunk from this water? Do you think their—what’s the word?—their germs could be in the water? Perhaps it was for the best that they wait until they returned to their respective homes.