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He thanked her, and she perked up, her tail of course lifting with the renewed sense of pleasure, it's tip curling as per the language she had adopted from her unusual upbringing. She followed along as beckoned, watching as he buried the bird for later, and turning a curious gaze to him as stated he had something to teach her.

Her eyes were open, her ears erect. Excitement fluttered in her chest. But he did not get far along before that excitement shifted to trepidation, and her tail drooped - though not according to the lesson he was teaching. "Oh," she murmured quietly as she looked away, turning not just her gaze from him but her frowning face entirely.

"I understand," she said, her voice still a soft hum. She batted absently at a dry leaf near her paw,  feeling all the more uncertain about her place among the wolves.