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A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as Dovev responded to her sarcasm. He stood up, his shoulder no more than two inches higher than Falwasi's. He looked fine. It seemed the Creek hadn't changed much at their departure, luckily.

The alabaster wolf asked her about the Glacier. She looked at him serenely, "Bazi's back," Falwasi said tonelessly, not fully answering her peer's question. She searched his eyes for some sort of reaction, although she didn't know whether or not Dovev knew of the former alphess' return. It was a pretty good place to start; she was sure he knew how different things would be.

Falwasi wasn't sure how the other pack mates would respond to the news, though she was pretty sure they would be ecstatic at Bazi's return. She hadn't abandoned them — she was injured, and it was physically impossible to make it back to the Creek alive. She wasn't guilty. But there would be that one, ultimate question on every wolf's mind: what next?