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Eilidh noticed the other wolf looked at her, and suddenly her body went rigid. She wasn't used to strangers, or ones that looked at her with that look. Or was she just being paranoid? She had been gone from her pack for less than a day and already she was having visions of dying in the mouth of a wolf or bear, far away from home. She suppressed a shudder and forced a smile onto her lips as the woman approached, hailing her greetings. The young girl was far from placated, but at least the wolf hadn't tried to kill her.

Man, she was paranoid.

"Um, hi." Her voice was soft yet clear and carried across the distance between them easily. Eilidh tucked her head and would have blushed if she could, but instead nodded her muzzle a little. "I, uh, didn't mean to disturb you." That was what she should say, right? She wracked her brain for what her father might say, and immediately regretted it. The anger and pain burned through her again, as fiery as before, and she snorted softly. She didn't want to think about him.