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Good! she said lightly, dancing a few feet away to watch. She delighted in his reaction, giggling girlishly even when he swore. Pleased by his cooperation and glad that she could introduce him, Starbuck was already well on her way to liking this stranger. It helped that he seemed a gentle man, devoid of the hard-bitten quality many of the wolves she'd met recently carried.

Starbuck came up beside him, plucking another berry from it's bush. The leaves rustled as it settled again, and Starbuck enjoyed the berry with a look of bliss upon her face. I'm glad you liked it, Starbuck said. There are other berries nearby, but I do not know if they are safe to eat. Ah! But there I go- she laughed- I am Starbuck. It is a pleasure to meet you, Arch. Perhaps he could point her in the right direction. She had a message to deliver, and she was determined to complete her errand in a timely manner.