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Twig was trying to both hunt and look for her missing nephews. They weren’t the helpless pups they were now that they were nearing a year old, however that didn’t ease Twig’s worry about them any. She wished they told her where they’d gone at least, but she knew the thought of being cursed wasn’t an easy thing to shake.

The young Memoire girl was out hunting mostly to clear her thoughts and try not to hope too much that she would see the boys again. Caramel ears perked at the sound of rustling in the willows branches, there was both prey and wolf on the breeze, and she wanted to get a little closer to see which one this was.