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Danger. Her expression went blank. This was a case of childish irrationality, clearly. Dealing with it was a pain. She pursed her lips, thinking long and hard as the coypup said a word she didn't understand with a dialect that felt strangely familiar. Oh right. They'd come from the plains. She'd dabbled with their alpha, his coyote translator, and one of their comatose wolves. It seemed that world had come full circle to haunt her.

Citali rose, lifting to her feet before she waded into the deepest part of the stream. The water came only mere inches above her ankles, not even halfway up her legs. The child would easily be able wade in and walk for her entire adventure in the water despite her size. "Don't be silly," she chided. "Now get in so we can clean those wounds properly."