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He was right to sneak - Behati did not have a speck of superior knowledge that would suggest they shouldn't. She was just ballsy, and too inexperienced to know that it could cost her more than her life one day.

"Nobody would dare pick a fight with us!" the caramel wolf declared, slaloming between a couple of tall, dark roots that stretched across their path. The ocean was near now, and the strange scent of it made her giddy. "Have you seen it? The, um.. " Balls. What was it called? Ossim? Orson? Something with an 'o'. Behati let the sentence hang in the air, looking at Casmir in a way that suggested he ought to know that she meant 'ocean'.