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Her ears swiveled and did most of the work where paying attention was concerned, because as Finley came to a screeching halt next to her and Towhee, Fiadh's tears morphed quickly from shock and fear to full-on ugly crying. Her breath came in heaving shudders as Finley and Towhee discussed the thing around her neck. Luckily for everybody involved, she was typically a very resilient youth who bounced back easily from everything, so this wasn't going to scar her for life. Just for the day. Or a week or so. No big deal.

"Nuh-nuh-noooo-ooo-ooo," Fiadh replied through shuddering sobs as tears and snot in equal measure flowed down her face. The collar itself was hardly a problem. If Fiadh hadn't still been on the edge of the wolf equivalent of completely shit-faced after being tranq'd, she probably wouldn't have reacted so dramatically either. But Fiadh very much was the picture of a girl ugly crying at the bar because Johnny Studlynipples had turned down her advances and she was five too many tequila shots in to control herself any longer.