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(This story was an entry for Clue #8 in the 2013 Treasure Hunt -- see the collection for related stories and images! ) “It looks like Moonmist doesn’t favor your Rockbite,” Kestrel said softly. “No,” Bowflight agreed, watching Pathmark’s winter-white wolf move toward True Edge’s black. “Seems she’ll choose Cubsitter.” Kestrel mmm’d agreement. Bowflight reached a hand toward his mother’s, holding it in his own. After the glider’s own chieftess wolf had birthed a stillborn litter, it had seemed only a matter of time before she'd be challenged. Moonmist had taken the opportunity to challenge her, and had won. Mudpelt had died from the wounds the younger wolf had inflicted. “It was the way,” Kestrel said quietly, referring to the challenge. “But I’ll miss my Mudpelt.”
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