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She had awoken, and she had been alone. Abandoned, panicked, uncertain how to react other than to scramble from the den that had been made for her - for them. Where was he? He had left her, and that was the only thing she had come to understand in those few panicked moments. Calmness did not come to her upon emerging from the den, or when she began to trail him, and in fact she was all the more frenzied, hurrying along with the look of a woman who would not bode well to interrupt in her trek. What if something had happened to him? Or perhaps he had found a woman better for him than she was, and that was the greatest fear of all. The very thought pushed her faster, moving into a long-legged lope as the female tracked her mate, hunting him down, determined to find him and figure out where he had been and what he was up to, for she couldn't stand the idea of another minute alone. She moved with powerful strides and muscular limbs that were strong only because Deteste had made them so, had fed and cared for her, and though she was more physically fit than she had been in a long while, Laxago was far from mentally sound. She knew when she was growing near, for she could suddenly hear the rumble of the scarred male's voice, and in the next moment she spotted him. The fact that she had seen him did not slow her progression until she was nearly upon him, and she would have barreled into the male had it not been for her sudden realization that he was not alone. Slamming on the breaks, Laxago skidded to a halt inches before crashing into Deteste, and then she coiled herself possessively under his chest, weaving between his forelegs and staring suspiciously at the other female, her ears twisting back as she muttered a wary, "Who's she?"