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With the pups being three weeks old and having found their feet, they no longer specifically required her. She was comfortable leaving them under their father's watchful eye for a short time, though ultimately she couldn't stay away for long. Durnehviir loved the excitement upon her return, and looked forward to nothing more than seeing their happily wagging tails bright eyes peering up at her.

Between caring for the pups and the drama surrounding Chusi's unapproved mating, the crimson Alphess had barely the opportunity to mingle with her pack-mates. The pack thrived, its numbers strong, but were they united? Her mate had welcomed a few new faces in the weeks that she'd been tending to their offspring, and Durnehviir considered bringing the group together when the time came to introduce her children. She wondered if Wylla continued to sulk, or if she'd managed to integrate herself.

Crossing paths with a pale-furred youth, the russet Frostfur recognised him as one of Chusi's companions. She made to close the distance between them, ginger ears high atop her lovely crown as her pale gaze studied his rather blank features.

"Hello," she called, "why the long face?"