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He watched silently from his distance. Waited. There were only three outcomes and from his position he could be sure that he would survive even a hostile turn of events. She came closer. It ruled out one option. From here things would turn sour or not. Kaylan remained frozen and patient as their fates were decided.

She did not speak and the feral juvenile felt at ease. The anger that ruled him began to dissipate. She approached and behaved in a way that he understood. No emotions to confuse or enrage. Her posture was one of defense. A subtle submission that did not mean weakness. It only served to show that she would not attack. That whatever occurred would be his choice.

He took a step forward. His lips closed over teeth. His hackles still sat high. Kaylan would not surrender completely. This was still an intricate dance. His eyes never quite left her even as he lifted his head to taste the scents on the wind.