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He did not know the nature of her affliction, and did not question it. He accepted her and her few words. So long as she could hunt and be an asset to the pack, she would be in his favor. It was good that she could at least understand what was being said to her; sometimes he wished that of his Gamma, but he could not wish for a more competent wolf to have in his ranks and so accepted him, too.

He followed along with her, his nose dipping to sniff at the tracks in the snow as she looked to him. He hummed, understanding her unspoken question, perhaps more readily because his time spent in Farstep's company had begun to train him to be all the more perceptive to subtleties in body language. "Mm, Jhala, one of our newer females. She came just before you. And Anwyl, he has been with us from the start."