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Before the echo of her own cries faded, Scimitar’s piercing howl rang out through the trees. October grinned and hastened her pace to a steady gallop in the direction his voice had sounded from. As his chiseled visage drew into view, she slowed and approached him with her tail swaying against her haunches, ears tipped back against her lowered head.
 
“Hello, sir,” she greeted. “Thank you for meeting me. I was hoping we could talk about the pack’s plans for winter. I know our ranks are small, but I’d like to help out in any way I can.” She paused for a beat, gaze flickering over his features quickly to gauge him before dancing off to the side again. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to focus on, or anyone else you think I should work with?”
 
She felt a twinge of anxiousness with the realization that perhaps she sounded a bit overzealous. She didn’t want to come across to her Alpha as a control freak, but October was an ambitious girl looking to serve any way she could.