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The grass around him rustled and flattened as the male clambered to his paws to greet the approaching female. Eying Falwasi, Dovev returned her sarcastic comment with a lazy grin.

I enjoy slothing around in it. After their brief, playful battle Dovev had watched as the tawny wolf departed with several others, bound for a nothern pack. Star had said something about a former Creek pair creating the new clan, called Duskfire Glacier, but Dovev didn't know the purpose behind Fal's visits, asides from pleasantries. And it shouldn't be a secret mission, for it was well known the trio had set off a week ago or so before.

Stepping away, Dovev allowed himself to inspect the heady aroma of the dead grass at his feet.
How was the Glacier? he prompted, wondering if his fellow packmate would be so keen to share.