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She did not know enough to fear for herself.  The instincts that kept her away went no further, and despite seeing their affliction, Wealda did not know the cause.  Her only worry was the discomfort in the wounds and the knowledge of Mulherin’s pursuit.  The Berserker was without the pack.

She allowed Moon Shadow to approach without question, but emitted a soft warning growl when a younger one came forward too.  Ruckus was now pack, claimed by her, but this did not mean caution could be lost.  They would learn to treat those unfamiliar with care.

Fortunately Ulfhedinn arrived.  Wealda relaxed as he collected Tuesdays Dawn and kept them back.  

Her ears twisted at the words, but they held no context for her.  The child spoke of their parents maybe.  Dead, she confirmed, her voice quiet and roughened by exhaustion.  Pack is here, now.  She hoped this was understood.  To have him wander would risk losing him to those who stole his siblings.  Yet this was his own choice to make; a pack was chosen, not forced.