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Something in the air was different that day. The bird awoke as the commander did, and shook the frost from its feathers as the commander set out to gather her wolves. As she did this, the bird took to the air and followed from the sky, head turned so that beady black eyes could track the movements of the dark blip below.

After a time, it seemed to realize what was happening. The bird winged away from the scene, still far above the heads of the gathering pack.