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Momentarily, Renn met his eyes and the little feral part of him that was adapting to his authority prickled indignantly, but the gaze was fleeting and he reminded himself of where they were. This was not his pack's territory. Licking his chops, the man remained motionlessly seated and stared back at Renn a moment as they surveyed each other. He sized her up automatically, but knew much better than to underestimate any other wolf. Even the smallest of wolves could prove to be superior fighters, and the largest of wolves could be the weakest. There was one such wolf born of his litter, a female, monstrously large but timid as a mouse, but he scarcely remembered such a thing.

To his ears, Renn's words were mostly a bark, though they flung forward slightly to catch a hint of something else, something decidedly not very wolfish at all, hidden in there. Time spent around these speaking sorts would eventually cause him to tune in to it, but presently the male didn't know anything of it, and assumed the strangeness of her bark was just that: an anomaly. He chuffed in return, but that was all he did, aside from craning his neck to sniff the air between them and thumping his tail against the ground.