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Ponyboy's family would find him first.

The weeks went by and Bronte prepared herself to set out with her older brother, Killdeer in search of her littermate. But there was no such need. He had found his way back on his own.

As she crossed through the territory, stiff legged with tension, his scent blew towards her on the wind. Her hackles instinctively rose as she followed the trail, unsure if he had returned with Anathema or not.

When she located him, a blonde ball curled in the snow, she was relieved that Killdeer was already there. Her tension though, didn't ease.

Moving in, Bronte greeted him as a matured wolf. Shoving softly past her big brother, she reached down to sniff over him thoroughly. Poking at his ruff forcibly on occasion, in her examination. She found no trace of Anathema.

When she drew back enough to speak, her voice was clipped with worry. "Ponyboy, where the hell have you been?! The whole pack has been worried sick about you!"