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Green flooded the valley, as grass grew and buds began to swell on the trees. The scent of warming, wet earth made her feel alive; it made her hungry. She knew prey would feast on the new shoots, and she could benefit from Spring’s favours as well. 

When the voice rose, she was surprised to recognize it. To hear Mulherin this far from the Rise was a shock. She thought of her former pack, her family, often- but she’d refrained from venturing in their direction. She wouldn’t risk it; not on their lands. 

But here was Mulherin, so close to hers. 

She moved through last year’s grass until she spotted him, and chuffed lightly to see that he had matured into a man that she almost didn’t recognize. 

She stiffened and stilled, uttering a soft bark to catch his attention. Furtively, she regarded him, the tip of her tail swaying as if caught on a slight breeze.