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It seemed Mountain Boulder thought all was well. New Snow was quick to think the same, and Thursday Evening also seemed nonplussed. These things were a balm to her spirit. She drew alongside her mate and had been about to croon to their son when there was a sound that caused her to whip her head to look behind them. It was a young cry, and New Snow snorted softly to dispel the ferocity that had been written across her face in a snarl.

Her visage was at once placid. The storm that might have been her savagery was quick to pass, gone before it could be considered a threat. New Snow turned to dart toward the sorry looking girl, recognizing her at once despite the girls own growth.

She lowered into a crouch, quietly stepping forward, eyes bright, toward Bloodspot. New Snow was pleased to see she had learned, though snorted in a show of playful vexation while she moved to stand tall once more that it had been used against her. No anger, though. This was a young, learning girl. Not a threat that had come to eat their cubs, she did not think.

New Snow darted toward the whelping den. There was no invitation from her for the girl to follow. Until her own cubs were brought to the rendezvous, she would not permit playtime; they were small, breakable things. She would let Bloodspot look, though, thinking no harm in that. And should any come, she and Mountain Boulder both were there to intervene.

Like her young, and the young of Avicus, New Snow was also living and learning.