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Diane gaped at Tagg as he rendered "sir"  a moot term in his presence. But it was only for a moment, as her jaw snapped shut quietly, having realized that the required customs of the Cove had no dominion here. Her Alpha certainly didn't act like a traditional Cove king, but he was a leader of his wolves—indubitably making him the same. He comforted her further, faith and advice trailing from his dark mouth, leaving her with a veritable feeling of invigoration.

"Oh, yes! Birds! I'm an excellent bird-catcher," she said, boasting rather suddenly as she bounced on stouter legs to follow her lofty Alpha. The zealous moment passed, and she cleared her throat quickly, remembering herself as Tagg smilingly continued to offer her alternatives to providing food. "Patrol the borders?" she echoed worriedly. "I don't think I'd be a very helpful defense if I ever came across any trouble. I've never been a fight before, Sir—" she glanced at him sheepishly, ears falling back and then rising again. "Tagg," she amended carefully, testing his name on her tongue without the appropriate title.

He asked her about the future, what she saw or had planned—and Diane was (again) caught off guard by the way Tagg's remarkably innocent queries could eat away at her insides. She remembered very clearly what she had always thought her life would be like. And it was nothing like this. "Well, I—uh, I kind of... I don't know," she bubbled, losing some steam to her trot as they followed a well-worn deer path. "I used to. I'm just not sure about anything anymore. I know I don't want to die, though. That much I've learned about myself."