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Magpie was lurking outside of Hunter's den, a worried expression on the blue/gray-and-amber she-wolf's face; an odd expression for this one in particular, and everyone knew it.
After several minutes of pacing, she put her tail between her hind legs and poked her muzzle into the den. "Can I do anything to help?" she asked, her question mostly aimed towards Hunter.
"No." Hunter didn't even bother to look up. His head was bowed, his shoulders slumped, and his ears drooped. His eyes were closed softly. Hunter sank into a depression after Azar died. He wasn't productive to the pack at all anymore, when he had once been the most productive member of the pack; he never hunted, or participated on pack hunts. Now, he just spent all his time moping around in his den. He was growing skinny.