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Lótë listened -- quiet and respectful as she watched the play of emotions across the anxious he-wolf's features. Her motherly heart softened at the mention of pups, though outwardly her expression remained careful and observant. She wished them good fortune with their children but the Spine too was abundant in cubs, and not just Lótë's. She had a host of stepchildren to think about, Shikoba's son. It was even possible that Sialuk or Keyni might choose to bear a litter this summer. As hard as a decision might be, their villages' offspring would always be first in her mind. 

Eyes the color of the north sea sharpened at the threats Vagabond admitted to. Past dangers. Mental afflictions. A village on the run from various threats. The cloudberry thought it reassuring that nothing seemed to have caught up with them, as the emissary worded it, but only slightly. The fog-pelted male seemed too agitated for the matter to be so simple -- and if their entire tribe ran from something, something that had sent him in search of backup, then there was surely more at risk than he was letting on. 

"What are these dangers you speak of? Your entire pack is running, fearing. What is it you think will catch up to you?" Aiwëndil felt again an urge to look to Kukutux, warily this time, but kept her malachite gaze steady on Vagabond. His reaction to being questioned intrigued her as much as the answer.