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her russet ears swept forward as laurel described how it felt. interest rimmed the bright amber of her gaze as she looked from laurel to the snow, considering her words. she did not share her sister's experience and examined her paws somewhat ashamedly. the expression was shortlived as laurel mentioned she had not seen xan since.

resentfully, indra assumed it was because he was fluttering around that wolf like a dumb, lovestruck robin, tittering and hopping like some love-sick dullard. a huff announced her indignant displeasure.

"he better not go back to her." indra growled, a coldness seeping into her warmly colored features.