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Alya wagged her tail, yipping cheerily as the woman came into view and quickly misidentified her. "Lyra, actually," she simpered with a shy duck of her head. "You're thinking of my twin sister - there are two of us, and no one can really tell us apart."

Mentally cackling to herself, Alya peered down at the shewolf's hanging teats. "You're Olive, right? I was actually hoping to speak to you."