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S’ari had not been back here since her adventure with Meerkat, though this place already held fond memories for her. Though, she also remembered the stomach-plunging feeling of seeing Meerkat tumbling through the air straight toward her. That landing hadn’t been fun. But they’d lived, and that had been the important thing.

S’ari arrived just as a terrible noise ripped through the air. Instinctively, she dropped to her belly, disappearing in the grass, and peered through its blades. She saw nothing, but her nose told her a wolf had just been here. And then she heard the splashing. She rose and crept towards the edge, peering down into the water. There was a wolf down there, all right.

Had it had a coyote, S’ari would’ve spoken up immediately. But it was a wolf, and not all wolves were as friendly as Meerkat had been. So, she merely crouched there, staring down from above like an absolute creep. Waiting. Watching.