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She was lost. She hadn't known this until almost two weeks before, when she'd found herself in the lowlands — a place she hadn't known existed, and which he had most assuredly never been. Her heart stung with helplessness and her paws from the stinging the dry, hard-packed earth. The wind had kicked up the night before and her nose was cracked and running, and caked with peppery dirt at her nares. Long lashes had saved her eyes, at least, but in short — Mya was a mess.

She rushed toward the scent of other wolves, having not yet learned to be distrustful. She could only picture her family, and how happy they would be to see her at their borders.

Her parched throat croaked at first, but then Mya managed a reedy howl to announce her presence: Is anybody home?