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Skipping Gav with permission.

His response surprised her, as Thuringwethil had clearly indicated a certain familiarity with this Kierkegaard fellow. But surely the commander wouldn't be inquiring after a perfect stranger. And here the guy didn't seem to know the leader's or the pack's names at all. Wildfire blinked, then looked dumbly at Gavriel, before facing the wolf she took to be Kierkegaard again. He politely answered her question and seemed happy to make their acquaintance, though Wildfire was too busy being thrown to really process much.

Then she remembered that she hadn't called him by name and although this wolf was definitely behaving like an Alpha, perhaps this was a case of mistaken identity. "Are you not Kierkegaard?" Wildfire guessed before having the presence of mind to add, "We're well met and I appreciate the information. I just think we—well, I—have had a mix-up here..."