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Rouge. "Now that I think about it, I think I might have heard you say your name as you were leaving," Miyako said, a hint of apology in her voice. "That sounds familiar."

The other woman told her that she saw parts of herself in Miyako. She wondered about that. They were pretty different. Rouge seemed more suave and mysterious; Miyako felt as if she were all surface. Rouge was a cat and Miyako felt more like a. . .bear? Rouge was a winter wind, and Miyako was a hurricane.

Casting aside metaphors for now, she continued, "Okay, so what do you see about yourself in me?" She cast a glance down at her chest, then looked back up at Rouge. "We both have black pelts. That's one thing. But what else?

"I come from the north, by the sea, as I mentioned before," Miyako said. "I came down here after a family tragedy and have been wandering alone for about a month. I'm not part of a pack, but I do have one in mind. One a friend told me about." Mouse's offer to visit Northstar Vale grew more and more tempting by the day.