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His response was quiet, and she kept him in her peripherals. The moment he moved, Sangilak rose to move with him. He headed in the direction she had come from, and Sangilak simply assumed some measure of dominion over him. The she-wolf could be that way from time to time. The weary wolf had caught her eye and maintained her attention. She imagined he was travel-worn, but would discover if this were the case, or if it was simply weakness she witnessed. If the latter was the case, her curiosity would abate, as it would be pointless to keep it in one that was—in her dark, ever pessimistic-yet-realistic perspective—not long for the world.

An ear turned as the other woman offered him her healing services. Sangilak herself was once again not regarded, and was not affronted by this; she had been passing through, and in turn paid the woman's words only a flick of the ear to acknowledge that Lucani had been heard. Her own cool gaze landed upon the wolf that was regarded, wondering if he would continue to move with her or take the androgynous wolf up on the offer. While interested in observing him, and keeping him in her company, it was neither here nor there what his choice ended up being, so detached was she, except for that measure of wonder about the other and his stock.