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Far off, a cloud of birds lifted into the late day's chilly grasp, black silhouettes against the hazy sun. He was left briefly to mull over the happenings of the group. Dovev had little leeway in the set of his plans and what he wanted, even if that meant time. A valuable, scarce essence, it was something he wasn't willing to give up. And the tense undercurrents were beginning to vibrate within the pack as his packmates witnessed further unfoldings. He hoped they weren't unknowingly hanging by a thread in fate's eyes.

The grass made a soft chuff sound as Falwasi stirred, responding to his question. He almost berated himself for sounding so mighty and righteous- yet he wasn't the one who had stepped away from a position of leadership unannounced.

That's one way to put it, he grinned. How was your expedition to the Glacier? I didn't hear much about it. Dovev had no qualms about whatever their Alpha decided for missions; in fact, it was necessary with their growing numbers and the threats that matched it. And it seemed Falwasi was growing to be a trustworthy member, a good title for her strong demeanor.