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The presence revealed itself and Twig was presented with a woman of small stature, but with intimidating horns perched on her head. The scent of milk and young was heavy on her and Twig was forced to think of the young boys in her care once again. She tried not to but they were impossible to forget and every moment she didn’t find them was one more moment that something could happen to them. ”Hello,” she returned politely, sure that she hadn’t crossed the she wolf’s pack boundaries.

”No, I’m hunting.” She returned, knowing exactly how to get home to Abaven. However, ”I am also searching for my nephews,” Twig wondered if it was wise to ask her if she’d heard any news of foundling pups. Almost yearlings. ”Have you heard of anyone finding a pup or two?” She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle hearing they’d found one of them gravely injured or worse. ”I’m sorry,” where were her manners. ”I’m Twig, from Abaven.” Maybe she’d send them or the information her way if she did hear anything.