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It was too painful to think of Torak, so she thought about Wolf and Darkfur at the river, teaching the cubs to hunt. Salmon were good prey for beginners, no nasty antlers or hooves to hurt small bodies. Unwinding Torak’s headband, she sniffed his smell of sweat and wolves and pine-blood. By now he must have found out why she’d left. But did he know how much she hated doing it? How fiercely it hurt? She saw him coming after her. She saw his long dark hair and lean brown face with its Wolf Clan tattoos: two dotted lines along his cheekbones, with the thin scar cutting the left one to cancel it out. She saw the green flecks in his light-grey eyes from when he’d spirit walked in trees. Would he ever forgive her for lying to him?