*Polly*
At last, my mourning year is at an end. I often think of the conversations I had with my mother about my marriage, and I gradually reconcile myself to the idea that Fennec and I can’t go on like this, without resolution of any kind. Four years have now passed since he left, with no word from him, or indeed of him. I made up my mind to find him. After all, it was my mother’s express wish not only that I return to pack society but that I return to Fennec as well.
Without further ado, I instruct my solicitors to engage as many searchers as necessary and send them out into the world searching for news of my mate. The success of the pack’s businesses means that the cost of their search… and it might take them a year or more to return with news… is of no object.
And then I do my best
