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Fortunately - or perhaps not - the first wolf to wander into her sights was the polite sort. He dutifully lowered himself in her presence, but Bazi saw that his eyes were dull and distant when she trotted to close the distance between them. Scimitar had kept to himself since joining. The younger beta had scarcely heard him say a word since introducing himself to Fox, and she wondered if their prematurely virile had made her move on him yet. He would look less deflated if she had, Bazi reasoned.

"You look glum," she told him outright, stretching her neck to sniff at the halo of air around him. Generic wet dog, but there was a hint of Scimitar's own scent there too. "Fox not taking care of you?" Subtly was not and would not become one of Bazi's primary conversational skills.