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C A L B R A C H

Calbrach was startled by someone bumping into his behind. He turned on his heels to see a thin wolf standing before him, somehow more shocked than he. Her ears pinned back, eyes wide, she wasn't particularly frightening in the face. Still, a quick glance at her frame, Calbrach could tell that she was nothing if not a fierce scrapper.

Calbrach was no fool, he knew that cougars and wolves rarely crossed paths without bloodshed of some degree. He took a few strides backwards, not wanting to add to her clearly heightened state of alarm, and spoke as calmly as he could manage, willing pure honey to drip from his tongue.

"Excuse me, miss. I didn't mean to startle you, or to find you at all, really. Don't be alarmed, I've got no quarrel with you - at least, I certainly hope I not."