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Doe nodded, easily accepting the other's well-wishes. The words built and easy camaraderie within the vapid shewolf. She was angry with the Sea, but it was a distant anger. One that she hardly dared to acknowledge in the light of day. Right then, in the bleary sunshine, Meteora was one of her own.

"My pack holds the bay behind me. And... there is a place among us for strong, warlike woman," she revealed, ears twisting in the direction of her home.