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She bent over her work, studying it with a frown. Another swipe of her paw would take more snow away, and she huffed quietly. Digging out a small storage den hadn’t been on her list of ideal things to do today, but at least it kept her busy, especially given the epic upturn of her life.

The crunch of snow drew her eyes up—honey gaze blinking against the sunlight as it highlighted the snowy terrain. A dark wolf was moving—scouring? And he walked… differently. She didn’t recognize him—and not quite sure she was up for being good company at the very moment, she held very still, wondering if he would simply miss her—like a horrible game of red light, green light.