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Arabella was doing her best, she had made an enormous effort to regain the strength the pack needed of her after the Alpha pair and their golden son's disappearance, and she was doing good. She had gained some of the weight she lost during her lonesome journey from Highmere, and she was now able to go through the day without the need to rest every five steps she took. Her face now looked more like what it was before, like the beautiful teen she was not so long ago.
But all of that didn't make it up for the emptiness Tuwawi left behind with her departure. Arabella didn't know the Alpha male, or the young pup he left after, but the crimson Mother, the one who saved her from starvation, had a special place in the girl's heart, and it ached. Maera too, the only pup she knew so far, and Jökull and Valtýr, they were still here, longing for their gone parents, but they were not alone, Bella would see to that herself.
The day arrived with a burst of colors, but it wasn't cheerful whatsoever. A heavy grief lingered in the air, and it was sticky. With her head low, Arabella walked down the slopes of the mountains, closer to where the puppies were. She wanted to make sure they were ok, and spend some time with them. Now that their parents were gone it was time for her to put her babysitter skills to work.