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There’s another howl and she doesn’t think she can ignore this one. She’d made an attempt, before, approaching the group before she saw all the wolves she didn’t know. As much as she still keeps to herself, a small corner of the territory, she’s certain they won’t tolerate it for long. Some of her strength has return, some fur growing in, but the days are still too cold for her where it has not quite filled in the empty patches.
 
Carefully and slowly, Qilaq picks her way through the territory. She avoids spots with the thickest smell of wolves and comes in from the left. From her distance, she observes, and only inches closer maybe she can hear. Rounded ears stand alert on her head and she carefully lies down what she thinks is a safe distance. She doesn’t suspect any of these wolves are going to hurt her, since she’s been here this long without anyone bothering her, but she can’t find it in herself to get any closer.