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Ladybird was young, but she sure didn’t feel it. In what world did someone who was only just out of their cubhood lead a coalition? She’d seen more than a fair few males be chased away, some brothers keeping together, made to make their own packs or join another. But none of them had been as young as she, or any of her sisters who had all been kicked out at the same time as her. The logic made sense, she’d have to admit. Food was scarce, there wasn’t enough to go around. She and her sisters (though they weren’t all really her sisters, not all blood, some of them were half, her sire had fathered a few litters, and others were just females that had stuck around while the males that were kicked out had struck out alone or packed up themselves) were still learning, were still not entirely pulling their weight. Still had to be guided in their hunting, in their tracking, in their fighting. But their elders, their parents, those older than them, were established, could work together

Previous The police station wasn’t designed with wheelchairs in mind. Taak watched Father help the owner of the second-to-last desk scooch it out of the way. There was an ear-stabbing screech and a new set of scuff marks appeared on the grimy floor. The unfamiliar officer regarded Taak with open disgust even as he adjusted to his desk’s temporary arrangement. Taak averted his eyes from the challenging stare, fearing a growl might force its way out and spoil his polished exterior. Father squeezed around the desk and studied the last hurtle. Taak wheeled into position. Father smiled at the desk’s occupant, an older officer staring down a bushy mustache at a stack of papers. “Well Vickers, looks like yours only needs a little push and we’ll be clear through to the Chief’s office.” Officer Vickers didn’t look up from the note he penned with languid cursive strokes. “Not moving for a graveyard dog in a gimp chair.” Taak’s lip twitched away from his fangs uninvited. His ears flushed