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Talking about the weather didn't really brighten the moment, nor cure either wolf of their sour moods, but he was trying. Her flippant comments about the progress of time elicited a thin smirk from him. She had a point. It was getting clearer out there, but eventually another storm would come. More snow. They'd survived a battle for their beach but who knows what disaster was next — entropy was everyone's weakness.

So, he tried a different approach. Firefly was hurting and he did not doubt that the matriarch was aching too, with the damages to her body as well as her increasing age, but he beckoned towards the yawning mouth of the cave all the same — C'mon, walk with me. And even before he got a response, he was striding (with his stupid hobble) away from the hollow, presuming she would come out and stretch her legs.