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Her spider-like scuttle across the mountain continued until, out of nowhere, a voice scared Cthulhu out of her skin. Her hair stood on end as she suddenly stopped, and slowly turned her head toward the source of the noise, which just so happened to be much closer than either of them anticipated. The black male blended in with the dark stone and the night beyond. Save for his blue eyes she might have passed right by him.

Her anxiety peaked and, assuming he'd been talking to her, she flung herself down to the ground. He was another wolf from the glacier, he had to be. Oh, what would become of her if news of this latest transgression got back to Dagger? She forgot entirely about the cold that assaulted them from all sides. "Cthulhu is sorry, so sorry!" she whined, tucking her thin tail up between her thighs and writhing pitifully on the ground. "This one knew this one shouldn't have taken the Ferdie, this one knew it!"

As for what a Ferdie was, well, Cthulhu didn't know. She assumed it had something to do with Dagger or the glacier or the half-dead mouse she'd scarfed down on her way over here. Either way, she just knew it was why this wolf had shouted the name at her.