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His entire demeanor changed and Wildfire's weight shifted subtly in Gavriel's direction as she realized she must have made a big mistake here. Not only was this not Kierkegaard, he seemed to very badly resent the mistaken identity. Her lips parted as he made it very clear that neither Kierkegaard nor they were particularly welcome here. Wildfire swallowed and felt a tendril of heat shoot up her back, a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. The entire tone of this encounter had changed quite rapidly and drastically and Wildfire blamed herself for dropping the ball on this, her very first mission.

You kinda knew you weren't cut out for leadership, a slippery voice whispered in the back of her head. But she muted it for now, instead focusing on making a quick and respectful exit. "I'm sorry for the mistake," she said simply to Aaron, keeping her gaze lowered. "Thanks, Aaron, we'll be going." There was a split second of confusion as she second-guessed—maybe she did have business with him, perhaps she should find out more details—but she quickly tossed out that thought. She had enough information to take back to Thuringwethil, who would not want her risking pissing off another pack's Alpha trying to obtain more.

"C'mon, Gav," she said, slipping to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her guard. She immediately felt safer in his presence, despite what had happened in the cave the other day. "Let's get back home." Still maintaining a lower posture out of deference to Aaron's claim, the Bandrona trotted swiftly away from the borders to avoid inviting any further ire from him.