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Eilidh smiled softly, taking yet another step toward the wolf. They were not that far apart in age, though Eilidh was still just a pup. Malachi didn't seem very old; definitely not as old as her parents or Dante! He complimented her name and asked what it meant, which brought thoughts and memories to the surface. What did it mean? Her Pappa had told her once, and though she strained to recall it, once she had she would never let it go. "Pappa told me it means 'light.' I guess like my fur." She was robed in swathes of ivory and gold, cream and bronze. The child was small, yet growing every day, and behind those emerald eyes were the wits of a woman, ready for battle.