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The female followed his gaze and her ears became alert in the same manner that his had, but she was otherwise calm and collected within herself. Tadec still believed that she could ambush him – that she knew all that he had taken from her kind. Rightfully, the thief believed that those things belonged to him. The wolves had taken his mother, after all. Once he felt at ease with the disturbance in the wood, Tadec turned back to face the wolfess. Her gaze had settled on him with a questioning stare. His wide gaze settled on her too, immovable. Was this the nature of the wolf? To watch and to wait? The tip of his tail twitched before resting between his hocks. One long ear swiveled to the left, scoping the wild forest for signs of an approaching figure. Tadec thought the two colors of her gaze was peculiar.