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He didn't speak, and Ty wondered if he had heard her. He did smile, though, and he woofed, so she figured that was invitation enough. But since they were already close enough for conversation, she didn't see what more he wanted. Perhaps an introduction would suit him. "I'm Tytonidae," she said. She had known many surnames in her past, but none of them mattered any more. She was without family now; on her own.

She let herself look him over a bit longer, taking in his features and knowing that they were likely just two wolves on different paths at a crossroads. So many she had met that she never saw again, and now she did not expect to see anybody more than once. Twice was a treat. Three times was unthinkable at this point.