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She was spineless - spineless and confused. A tiny growl ticked in her throat each time the male passed her by, but she was too frightened to stand and confront him. The girl simply laid in her hollow, bristling and brewing in her fear, only to settle down when the stranger headed off once more. Was he looking for her? Did he not know where she was? Would he able able to get to her between the roots of the trees, or would she be safe from his larger form?

Finally, he came to stand right beside where she laid, and Sif could take it no longer. Her dark form burst forth from the roots, teeth bared and tail lashing.

"Ekkert meida!" she huffed, standing tail and feinting toward the stranger. "Eg mun meida." Even if he did not understand her, as happened with most wolves in this area, the male would surely understand her threatening tone and fear-aggression stance.