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Dreams happened sometimes. A lot, really. But it was less usual for the big ones, where the whole den and everyone else had the same dream. He'd been too young to remember, or even care, really, about the finer points of the last few.

Now Zeek was older. And he knew the world wasn't always kind. Unsafety felt real. Especially when you could stand outside the cave that had kept you, and see fractures of blue spread across the earth in all directions. Was this the work of the Big Bad Wolf? Or something worse?

Zeek decided it didn't matter. He was going to be the biggest, baddest wolf, no matter what anyone else said or did. And it would start with finding glowing rocks and saving the whole pack. Nobody would ever cross him, then.

Je vais trouver des Runes. (I am going to find Runes) He announced, looking over his shoulder at whoever else was in earshot. Even if they weren't, he'd promise it to the sky. And then regardless of anyone else's opinion on the matter, loped off as ungingerly as he could into Jakten's wilds to hunt.