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it and drank deeply. Heart of the Pack looked up with an almost-snarl. "Use a
cup, Fitz."
Water ran from my chin. I looked up at him steadily, watching him.
"Wipe your face." Heart of the Pack looked away from me, back to his own
hands. He had grease on them and was rubbing it into some straps. I snuffed it.
I licked my lips.
"I am hungry," I told him.
"Sit down and finish your work. Then we will eat."
I tried to remember what he wanted of me. He moved his hand toward the table
and I recalled. More leather straps at my end of the table. I went back and sat
in the hard chair.
"I am hungry now," I explained to him. He looked at me again in the way that
did not show his teeth but was still a snarl. Heart of the Pack could snarl with
his eyes. I sighed. The grease he was using smelled very good. I swallowed. Then
I looked down. Leather straps and bits of metal were on the table before me. I
looked at them for a while. After a time, Heart of the Pack set down his straps
and wiped his hands on a cloth. He came to stand beside me, and I had to turn to
be able to see him. "Here," he said, touching the leather before me. "You were
mending it here." He stood over me until I picked it up again. I bent to sniff
it and he struck my shoulder. "Don't do that!"
My lip twitched, but I did not snarl. Snarling at him made him very, very
angry. For a time I held the straps. Then it seemed as if my hands remembered
before my mind did. I watched my fingers work the leather. When it was done, I
held it up before him and tugged it, hard, to show that it would hold even if
the horse threw its head back. "But there isn't a horse," I remembered out loud.
"All the horses are gone."
Brother?
I come. I rose from my chair. I went to the door.
"Come back and sit down," Heart of the Pack said.
Nighteyes waits, I told him. Then I remembered he could not hear me. I
thought he could if he would try, but be would not try. I knew that if I spoke
to him that way again, he would push me. He would not let me speak to Nighteyes
that way much. He would even push Nighteyes if the wolf spoke too much to me. It
seemed a very strange thing. "Nighteyes waits," I told him with my mouth.
"I know."
"It is a good time to hunt, now."
"It is a better time for you to stay in. I have food here for you."


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"Nighteyes and I could find fresh meat." My mouth ran at the thought of it.
A rabbit torn open, still steaming in the winter night. That was what I wanted.
"Nighteyes will have to hunt alone this night," Heart of the Pack told me.
He went to the window and opened the shutters a little. The chill air rushed in.
I could smell Nighteyes and, farther away, a snowcat. Nighteyes whined. "Go
away," Heart of the Pack told him. "Go on, now, go hunt, go feed yourself. I've
not enough to feed you here."
Nighteyes went away from the light that spilled from the window. But he did