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Massaraq had followed the trails further from the territory than he had intended, farther than he ever gone from Moonglow before. And somewhere along the way he had lost himself. A growl of frustration rested in his throat but he did not speak it. Hunger gnawed at him and this far from the packlands he could not dependably find someone to help him with larger game. So when he came upon the scent of a beaver and heard water he aligned his pathway there.

Frustration dogged his steps but he forced himself to be quiet, to try to apply what he had learned. Clumsily if that. This was not the time to be frustrated with himself, to allow anger to take hold and yet he felt all his uselessness and could not help the resentment at that.