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After situating her pups in the secluded den she had chosen, Tawny padded towards a nearby creek, drawn by the distinct scent of pheasant. As she went, the beauty of being alone seemed to follow. Drawing the sweet forest scent to her nostrils, a small, smug smile danced over her muzzle. Far from NightPack, the she-wolf's new home was peaceful and surreal. Not even horses could draw her away, although she was sure Rylee would have something to say about this. Let him. Tawny was almost certain that he wouldn't leave his dear sister for her. If he did, and Tawny would be surprised if this actually happened, so be it.