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Frost glistened along the rolling grass before her—a beautiful home of knolls, bountiful trees, and resources.

Having been brought here under the impression they would be joining another pack of friends—and now they were alone. Again.

Abandoned, again.

The sun had only just begun to rise in the sky—painting it’s light on the abundance of land before her—not even a stir of grass with commotion. She was met only with silence.

She couldn’t help it—she begun to laugh. It was the kind of laugh that began as a low chuckle, before it gave way to giggles she could not suppress. No, this was not a laughter of amusement, or happiness.

This was the kind of laugh that escaped when all else was lost—and disbelief had blanketed over her.

What were they to do now?