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If only you knew, he thinks with some sorrow, blinking back at Speedy. Still, he gives her a small, pleasant smile, accepting the compliment for what it is--a boon to his self-confidence from a pretty young woman. The fact that he had recently failed to keep his entire family safe from the enemy need not be mentioned, here. The story is too long, anyway.

"And you're not afraid, of being out on your own?" Llewellyn inquires, brows drawing together, his mouth firming in a slight frown. Winter is dangerous for any wolf by themselves; even the more innocuous fall season has its troubles for loners. He understands her wanderlust--understands it perfectly well, really; a barb constantly stuck in his homebody heart--but there are practical things to be considered, here. Self-preservation chief among them.

Thinking about Speedy's welfare also reminds him to consider his own place in these lands. The time is near to find a permanent home, at least through the freezing months. Briefly, he wonders if she would follow him to another pack's borders. Would she be satisfied with settling down, if only for a few moons?