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Another wolf arrived, a she-wolf white as the clouds above and the snows of winter. She was beautiful, a quality Starbuck had begun to associate with the women of Donnelaith. From the way she held herself and the deference awarded to her by the male that had greeted her. 

I am more than a naturalist, my lady, though my skills may encompass such a skill. I am a Seer, Starbuck corrected. Here she ducked lower, so as not to seem rude, and smiled sweetly at them both. I am Starbuck. I do not fight well, but I can care for your young and your wounded.