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It had been about a month since Fal and Dovev had that fateful encounter with a couple bullheads; a wolf and a bear. He couldn't help but still feel an angry comedy at the whole situation, but at least Dovev had come out of it with the only the superficial scars of the bear to show for it. Sometimes the cold would find a way to make the clawmarks irritable, but for now, Dovev felt lucky enough that he wasn't an invalid.


Bazi's back.

Lifting his eyes, Dovev cast a suspicious glance at the greyling female, lsitening to her remark.
He didn't believe it. Leaders came and went- but when they went, they stayed gone. The arctic female had returned. Her absence had been unannounced and Dovev felt like Scimitar might've been scrambling for an explanation to keep the pack pacified. Everyone had trumped through it, seeing little difference in the change of the leadership mantle. Only Dovev had watched with silent gray pools, biding. If Falwasi was right, then Bazi was a returning obstacle. Still, things were going well, and he had plenty of time. Now it was time to let that drama play out. Combined with Paarthurnax's kids and the increased aggresion of the Bypass, this winter could turn out to be very interesting.

How is she?

His tone was borderline careless, no spark of concern or joy flickering in his eyes. Dovev had been greeted by Bazi into the pack, but had hardly seen her since. They could've had a far different relationship if not for her disappearance. And now, the male's opinions were set.