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The man spoke for the both of them, which wasn't altogether surprising, given that his companion seemed meek and tired. They both were weary, Killdeer surmised, having escaped a war and all. Luckily for them, conflict here was but the worst of fever dreams.

Who would the Caldera have beef with, anyway?

Easthollow, he repeated, lips pursing as he racked his brain for a few seconds, trying to find the name. He shook his head, smiling ruefully, and then flashed a kind expression toward Alivia, who'd appeared like magic at his side. I've not heard of that pack, but I haven't been everywhere—might be across the mountains.

Killdeer turned his full attention toward the pair, then. You can have a new beginning here, he told them. We have pups on the way, and we'll need plenty of help to build a strong foundation around them. And, of course, that foundation will help you, too.