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Even though he respected Falwasi as a unique and powerful female in her own right, her answers were anticipated. Glaciers and ice were symbols of winter and cold, a season many, he had found, did not hold in high esteem. Dovev still didn't understand the hatred of it all- snow had countless benefits... namely it's ability to trap and freeze prey in their tracks. It was the season of feasting.

There are some things to miss, and there are things that I do not, Dovev said after a pause. For instance, the constant bickering.

The Tuq band he had been with when his daughter was born had been quite a comical experience in Dovev's eyes. The old matriarch had long since lost her wits and most of the days were taken up of the females vying for the old bitch's position. And whilst Dovev and the others were caught up in providing for the pack, his own mate-to-be had slipped away soon after their child was born. It became a hassle and wear on his nerves.

Again, he was reminded that he and Fal had a similar conversation in the past. She was the one of the few who was let on to parts of his past, a history that when he shared, made it seem all insignicifcant and pointless.

A past a boring thing to talk about. It seemed that he was saying that more to himself then his partner.
They had fallen silent, and Dovev realized that their time spent talking could be better spent patrolling. With a nod, he rose to his paws, relieved to get past the point of sharing lame back stories and onto the present. With a mutual nod, the pack wolves separated and went their own ways, off to pursue the daily chores that came with their lives.