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light eyes fix on the man, morwenna's husband, who dares call her a traitor. but she does not curl her lip, hackles laying flat. there is nothing to fear while morwenna calms the storm. nothing to do until she is given command.

she remains attentive, warming the children against her belly fur. they cry for their mother as she departs, and the white wolf noses them gently in an effort to soothe. muscles remain taut, ready.