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The wolf stirred gently and her eyes cracked open. A bird was perched about 10 feet above her head in a tree and singing his heart out. She groaned and turned over. She had grown weaker and weaker and had not been able to catch prey, and her stomach was singing a mournful song of starvation.
She rose as best she could, very wobbly, and walked a few steps. How her head hurt! A massive headache had ambushed her during the night and now she wasn't sure she could walk. She vomited nothing but stomach acid in the bushes and fell back unconscious, this time only a few feet from the main clearing of Snowpack.
Falcon heard her fall and snarled again, stalking into the bushes and dragging her roughly into the centre of the camp