Barrow Fields they guarded her from all her enemies

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he sucked in a deep breath, exhaling as the chill crawled down his lungs and pried his ribs. it was overcast and cold, and he stood along the last of the sequoias with his back turned to the sound. the call of whelps on the wind was unmistakable, and the grotto had since been barred off from entry. coop-crazy and lonely, ingram had struck for the fields.

he half hoped to find furi, or even the flaming spitball that accompanied her -- but so far no scent he recognized laced across the snowheaved landscape. he wondered if rosalyn would be around, or even some other wayfaring wolf: anything to get his mind off of chusi, or the squalling babes in the cave.