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Starbuck approached the woman without caution, for she had nothing to fear. They were two canids in neutral territory, and Starbuck did not think she presented a threat to anybody. The other wolf looked less sheltered than she, her white coat marred by scars. Some seemed as though they had been made with purpose, while others seemed to be battle-scars.

It seemed to Starbuck that they were of an age, and it made her chest ache to think that they had led such different lives. Most startling to her was the other's wounded eye, such a painful and permanent wound. I am Starbuck, she said, careful to keep pity from her gaze. Do you- did you- live here?