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New Snow did not know what to do. She worried after him with coaxing licks to his back; whether it helped or not she did not know. In the ways that mattered most then, she was nothing like either Autumn Leaf or—

There he was! Her whimpers turned more urgent. But she need “say” no more it seemed. 

New Snow stepped away to grant space and room, but did not quit the scene. Her worried gaze lingered upon the boy, but she knew the brutality of nature. He would not be the first young boy she had seen not make it to their first season. 

Brothers lost. Nieces. Perhaps a daughter of her own in that number, though she might never know for certain. 

The Bitan could only watch and offer her wordless presence.