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On tenterhooks, she approached. This man already seemed friendlier than the last she had met, and was a far sight fairer to look upon. Still, she was shaken by the beast she had encountered, and was not at ease until he spoke. He returned her greeting with one that was foreign to her with a voice like thunder, but warmer.

He slowed obligingly, and she covered the rest of the distance between them on dancer's feet. Closer she saw that he truly was large. Starbuck found herself looking up, but was not put off by such a thing.

A soft, embarrassed giggle bubbled from her chest when he bowed to her. She returned the gesture, for it seemed only fair. You need not bow to me, dear friend! I am only a newcomer, she piped. Still, she was flattered, and felt his warmth like a balm upon her frayed nerves.

Nerves that sparked unpleasantly at his more direct compliment. She settled herself quickly, reminding herself that she was in no danger from a fellow packmate. Besides, she had been paid compliments all of her life. I could ask you the same, she teased. I have spent my days seeking out the many wonders this forest offers. I am so fortunate to call it home. It is so beautiful, and filled with wolves of great beauty as well. Including yourself! You have lovely eyes.