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But the witchy woman would not cast a spell so easily, it turned out. Wildfire slowly opened her eyes and relaxed, her body language betraying her amusement. Evidently she had neither impressed nor pissed off the woman enough to deserve a magic show. She snorted quietly, wondering whether she should feel relieved or disappointed by that.

After a beat of silence, Sorceress prompted her. "Ummm," she thought aloud, shifting her weight, a contemplative smile flickering across her narrow face, "you jinxed him and he grew a second head?" She wasn't the most creative wolf in the world, though the mental image was rather interesting.