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Now that she knows her father and the others are here, after meeting the drunken man the night before, Pollux went to seek them out come morning. The teenager figures that Jaxxon would be sleeping off his buzz still, but he had smelt of others, different wolves than she remembered being there before she left.

The Saints were growing without her, and it was time for them to meet her. Hopefully, she can get to them all today, though her first priority was her siblings. And the mongrels, if any of the little bastards had been allowed to live, who knows what daddy would do to the children of his whores.

Which of the little pets would be brave enough to wander from their mother's side, and did any of them have the potential to rise above their station? To prove their worth, to prove they deserve to grow up?

The snow crunched beneath her paws as she approached, her face a mask of gentleness as she spots a little brown pup. Hello, little bird, what's your name? She did look rather cute, perhaps she could be useful...