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His dark gaze was locked on her face with expectancy. When she returned his sour expression with a beaming smile, he entered a short state of confusion. Was he not aggravated? Did he not look displeased with the idea that she had promised him one day and arrived on another? Still, she carried the conversation onward with a polite apology and explained that her pack housed a wolf who was in greater need than Skellige – hard enough to believe for the self-centered brute – but that she still had intended to return to him.
 
Before allowing him to make a remark on the subject of the other wolf she was tending to, the white-furred woman motioned to the seaweed wrap that still clung to his frame and suggested that they remove it. His eyes remained locked on her face for the longest time before he huffed softly and motioned with his muzzle for them to approach the water.