‘No, ma’am. Gavino and I acted as per procedure.’
‘So it’s still outside the perimeter?’
‘Yes’m. Still howling, ma’am.’
‘I will tell Shift Leader Hallen to keep an eye out for it. Dismissed.’
‘Ma’am.’
Strange weather, stranger events.
That’s how Mashtuk described the time of the aftershock that had tipped the canini off Broad Plain and scattered them to unlikely corners of the reshaped land. In the intervening years, most of the packs had found ways to communicate, sharing news and any resources they could. The three packs with established denning sites around the Pale had done well enough, with Hippolyta’s—the pack with the best scouts and hunters—taking the worst of the sites. They had also experienced their full share of sorrow, losing Eugenie, whom they had adopted from Orfeo’s p
