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Xeris was restless. In the days since her daughter had returned and then left again, the white wolfess had found herself unable to sleep well and unable to stay still. Thus, it was a combination of these things that prompted her late-night walk through the lands. She wandered the territory in her four-legged form, slowly making her way further from her family's cabin and closer to the borders of the Valley.
The night was still and silent, a chill hanging in the air around the packlands as she walked, not going anywhere in particular. The quiet was broken quite suddenly by a howl. Xeris' ears perked up and swiveled toward the sound. It didn't sound familiar to her, but she decided that while she was out and about she ought to go see what was going on. The noise seemed to have come from the borders, which Xeris realized as she got closer. She then spotted a stranger, lying on the cold ground as if waiting for someone. The scarred white female approached cautiously, still wary of the last time she had met someone on the borders, and then spoke up. "Hello there," she greeted the newcomer. "Were you the one who howled?"