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Personally, Stockholm doesn’t see a problem with sharing the name of the island, or the name of the pack, for that matter — but he wants Maegi to do whatever she’s comfortable with. This is her island as much as anyone else’s, and simply because the seawolves are a peaceable lot doesn’t mean everyone is going to greet strangers with open arms. He thinks that probably Komodo would agree with Maegi’s line of questioning and answers the girl’s smile with a soft half-lidding of his eyes, a doggish grin that sobers when he looks upon the stranger. “Stockholm,” he rumbles. “Most days, I think people call it just what you called it: the island.”