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She had been dozing off beside a bush, her body old enough now not to need constant heat from an adult. Upon hearing pawsteps, her still-blue eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry with interrupted sleep. She saw a lanky dark gray-and-white shape nearby, with her brothers looking up at him curiously. Ramsay emitted a high-pitched screech, which jolted her well and truly awake, and Maegi rose to her feet, trotting awkwardly over to the trio, ears pricked.

Her gaze fixed on the adult male. He was thin and almost ragged-looking, with eyes, like his pelt, that were two different colors. He must have looked fearsome in other circumstances, but for now, he had a smile for them.

Maegi looked suddenly at Euron, then back at the stranger. They looked an awfully lot alike; Euron was his miniature in almost every way, save for the eyes: Euron's were, like Maegi's, the deep cloudy blue of puppies. Intrigued, she cocked her head as she stared at the man, wondering just exactly who this guy could be.