It became clear that those Rusalka wolves had moved recently, and the trail that she did find led north. So north she went, searching for them.
This search was much easier than finding the boy — a pack was hard to hide. Her nose in the sand and shoregrass, she walked sluggishly north. There were more scents here than when she was here last. More movement, more packs. She wondered idly what had happened, but knew that involving herself in the politics of this place would trap her. She had a mission, a goal, and she would let no petty pack fighting and drama to deter her, unless they got in her way.
Then she'd barrel through.
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