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Other wolves. Sesi stared at her brother, digesting the wisps of information that escaped him. She had never considered that there might be others - and now that she did, her instinct was to believe that they were dangerous and bad. The thought made her ears wilt and her tear ducts tickle. Xan's attemt to coax her further away was met with a resolute placing of one small fuzzy but on the ground. "No," she told him, shaking her head. Sesi had barely explored past the rendezvous site; today's venture had been an unhappy accident, and she was not willing to push her luck any further. Who was to say that a Big Dangerous wouldn't come and get them? There were no adults around, and no walls to keep the bad guys out. Sesi's lower lip wobbled, and she could barley choke out the words when she pleaded with her brother to escort her back. "I wan' go home now."