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For a moment Starbuck feared that the strange creature would flee, for she seemed skittish and her posture was tense. But then, to Starbucks great delight, the wolfdog seemed to find ease. Her tail unwound, she seemed to smile, and her head canted to the sign in clear curiosity. That was good! Starbuck drew up alongside her, moving to sniff the stranger to learn what she could from her. The woman smelled of the sea, which came as no surprise, but she did not seem to belong to a pack.

The woman uttered no words, but her body language conveyed that which words could not. The wolfdog was amicable and curious, a perfect reflection of Starbuck's own mood. She was fascinated with woman, from her inkjet fur to her persisting silence. It was only when she vocalized, the sound strained, that Starbuck realized the truth. You cannot speak, can you? Oh, but how will I know what to call you? She paused, then quickly began to speak again for fear of putting off the other. I do not mind. I am Starbuck. I am like you. My father was a wolf, but my mother was a coyote.