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HIs muzzle canted downward at the sight of the of the fiery she-wolf – her small figure moved forward with a lithe grace that seemed to hold a confidence that stretched further than rank. He blinked at the female, her nip stirring a rumble from his chest in a welcome to her presence. Bazi’s words flitted across his mind at that point, leaving a moment of hesitation within him. She was a young thing still, not able to birth children just yet – no wonder her collection of large males was growing within their ranks.

“Fox,” he offered in turn, his nose moving to bump at her cheek in their closer vicinity. The opportune moment could have arisen to compliment her in turn, but he did not grasp it. Scimitar was no pawn to anyone’s game, and the ivory Beta’s statement had indicated he very well could be. “And you’re in higher spirits than our first meeting,” he deferred on topic, his aqua eyes skimming her over curiously. He knew very little about the feisty creature before him – only that even at such a young age, she commanded wolves not only larger than her, but likely more experienced. That in itself was intriguing.