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Hmm. Swift considered the answer with a hum. Still peering. Still suspicious. He leaned forward a little bit more and searched for a lie in Sven's grey eyes. But he found he believed his packmate. That his mother had not insisted Sven apologize and that actually no one had. Sven was truly sorry and had sought to make amends on his own.

It was still strange to Swiftlet that Sven cared at all but he accepted it. Ok! He chirped, rolling his shoulders and turning back toward the ice with a wag of his tail. The matter of business thoroughly cast aside.

Scooping up a large chunk of ice in his jaws, Swift glanced over his shoulder toward Sven before trotting down the shoreline in the direction of the elk, who had already moseyed on.