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She came to sit before him, tail flat out behind her, still in her comfort. The shadows didn't seem quite so long in that moment, and her nightmares were but distant memories, separate now from her reminiscing on the alien customs of The Cove. Of course, she didn't think of them as strange. That was home, it was all she had known. Still, her thoughts somehow avoided souring, and she took a deep breath, relaxing further. "I guess it was just too many of us to let us decide our own jobs. I'm not sure—King Thror never explained that to us as children. It all just worked, and everyone was too content to argue. Well, I was at least. We could do other things, in our free time, but only as long as it didn't interfere with our main tasks."

There hadn't been much trouble back home. Sharks, troublesome sea lions, and sea hawks... Oh, yeah. And the occasional tsunami.

Diane found herself smiling at Tagg, ears perked and teeth glinting in the darkness that became cooler as a breeze picked up around them. "No, I'd rather not, thank you." Her tail gave a few quiet thumps. "I think I'm going to pursue what I want now, if it so pleases you." She imagined herself being able to chase prey down the thinnest of ledges, and jump the jaggedest ridges littering Porcupine. A fantasy, really, but after discovering the true horrors behind the ever-moving ocean, she was sure she could handle a stiff-backed mountain.

In a bout of confidence, she tilted her head at the black wolf. "Does your name refer to the game 'tag'?"