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After failing to get a herding band together Birna set her sights on other pursuits. While she still enjoyed following the caribou herds she didn't want to be tethered to a failing idea forever. There was more of the world to see and other paths she might follow. Winter was slowly giving way to spring and Birna opted to head into the mountains for it was the most familiar territory for her and the cooler winter air would linger there the longest.

She moved silently through the snow, her large paws evenly distributing her weight over the surface, until a wailing cry froze her in place. Birna's ears swiveled, pinpointing the noise as she tried to make out what exactly was making the sound but it sounded like a cub, a feline cub. She immediately headed toward the call, her legs moving swiftly for now that spring was waking so to would bears and other opportunistic predators.

She soon came upon a small, tawny cub of a species she did not recognize. He was quite large for what appeared to be a young age. Though who was she to judge? She had also been considerably large for her age and species. Birna cleared her throat. "Little one, are you lost? Perhaps I can help?"

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