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Dove looked sideways at Falcon, as if to say "I know what I'm doing." Then she extended her neck towards the wolf and whispered three words: "Who are you?"
Squirrel curled himself clumsily around his mother's front leg - not easy, as he had grown quite a bit - and blinked wide-eyed at the strange wolf.
 
Dove smiles gently. "I'm Dove," she whispers to Nightingale. "This is Squirrel," motioning to Squirrel, who has sat down and is looking shyly at his paws.
Sandpiper relaxes and rises slowly, sniffing Nightingale from a distance.
 
Nightingale wearily stood up, sweeping her ears back in insecurity and submission, realizing that, with all of these wolves, she'd probably trespassed onto someone else's territory. She bit her lip and managed to stammer, "D-Dove? I'm sorry if I, if I-I am on your land..."
 
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Dove suppressed a chuckle - she did it instead of widening her eyes in surprise. "No, no, dear. It's not mine. This is Snow Pack"-- she gestured randomly around her --"And you're welcome here. I'm no one important. Just a newbie to the pack, but my pups are born members."
 
The bear, who was really an enormous brown wolf with a missing tail, grimly gazed upon the conversation with his vibrant yellow eyes and growled, before vanishing completely into the shadows of the forest.

Nightingale felt little relief. Her eyes darted from Dove to the other surrounding wolves, who were larger then her. She began to pace backward and bumped into a tree, slumping down the trunk and breathing quickly with wide eyes. Her abnormally large ears were still flat to her head.
 
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Dove suddenly frowned. There was something wrong with her. Traumatized? What was wrong? "What's wrong?" she blurted. Sandpiper looked on blindly.
 
She began, "I'm far from home... I've been alone, and--" she paused and managed to fight back tears. "My pack was taken."
 
Squirrel's eyes grew wide and he frowned. "Taken?" he asked, his voice trembling.
 
Seeing as Squirrel was young, younger then even she herself, she hesitated to explain to him. She looked to Dove, whom she could tell was his mother, as if for approval.
 
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