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Jhala, she repeated carefully, testing the name on her tongue as well as confirming with the stranger that she had pronounced it correctly. Desi made herself comfortable, tucking her hindquarters down and curling her thick tail around her paws until she was seated. She shook her head. No, she replied airily. I am not familiar with these lands. Are you? Her ears perked curiously. She had already assumed the answer to this question, having scented many other identities mingled with the woman's own, an almost certain sign of a pack wolf.  But she asked nevertheless, for the sake of making pleasant conversation.

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