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When two figures appeared, neither one of them Caracal’s mother, he wasn’t at all surprised. But the first and smaller of the two pale wolves did prompt a double take. She was missing an eye and one of her paws looked like it had been broken. Caracal’s brow knitted.

Killdeer was the first to speak, asking for Towhee by name. It was the second, older she-wolf who answered, her choice of words causing Caracal’s heart to stop. She quickly clarified that she lived someplace called Mereo. He was too busy clutching at his chest to really process that.

Jeez, he wheezed, for a second there, I thought you meant she was dead or something. Caracal laughed weakly before her words caught up to him. Wait, what? What’s a Mereo?

State your name and business, jackass, a voice in the back of his mind whispered. Oh, right, I’m Caracal Redhawk and this is my ride or die, Killdeer. Towhee’s my mom. We were just hoping to visit her and, ah, I mean… I guess the real question I should be asking is where’s a Mereo?