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"Master?" she mimicked with an expression of confusion unfurling. She'd never thought of herself as a master of anything, but with the thought planted, it did make sense. It was an accurate enough description. She kind of liked it. Master. But it held more weight than that, in a way, and still begged the question of how some coyote cubs had ended up in a pack of wolves. They must've been involved, or Regipre wouldn't have called the khal her master, would she?

"Why were you there?" she asked next, turning a critical eye on the coyote cub as she seated herself. Reggie was a fount of information, that much was for sure. Perhaps the value of these coyote cubs was higher than she'd first imagined. She would have to ask Reek his plans for them, if she could ever get past her anger with him for bringing them here. "Didn't the Khal try to eat you?"