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in response to the woman's lowered ears, the pale northerner departed. however, relmyna, her jaws locked firmly 'round astara's small muzzle, was focused on the stone. gratified to see it released, the patchwork wolfess minutely tightened her punishing grip, displeased by the snarl that had risen in the small throat. astara must understand this was a thing not to be done again, and relmyna did not release the nightcub until she had presumably elicited some sound of submission.