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Oh, that bow. Bazi couldn't help herself - she fluttered her eyelashes prettily at the mottled male, inclining her own dainty head in greeting. She was becoming more aware of men lately - big, strong, sturdy men in particular. It was as if her surreal encounter with Tiarnán had triggered some sleeping instinct.

"You never came," she scolded pleasantly, approaching the lone wolf without caution this time - they had met before and nobody had died then, and they were far beyond Swiftcurrent borders this time. "Do you really want to live alone your whole life? Are bears that great?" The uncertain patter of occasional splashes became a cold drizzle, and within seconds their thick pelts were misty with tiny, shining droplets. "What have you been doing?"