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He slept near the border, wondering how long his welcome would be. . .well, welcomed.

Sure, Bronco would have him forever. But he was mindful of the others; he didn't want to take up resources, especially with pups coming. And he surely needed to get back to Fennec soon.

He was on the verge of slumber when he heard the unmistakable sound of grief—open tears, emotion lodged in the throat. Curious, and a little alarmed, he rose to his paws and followed the noise, brows drawn together in discomfort.

An agouti female, sitting alone, obviously mourning. He made a small sound—he thought Bronco would have told the pack about him staying—and emerged from the brush, head slightly cocked.

Is everything okay? Killdeer asked. Can I do anything to help?