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Mystic tilted her head up, as she stood. Her pups squirming when she stood as they let out soft howls. She turned her head to them, nuzzling her muzzle against them.

When they settled she walked out of her den, head sticking out of the opening of the small hole in the mountain. Her gaze flickered to the new wolves of her pack. She nodded to Symetic, her second in command could handle the names.

She went to lay back next to her pups, as she curled up and nuzzled against them before dozing off.