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Samothes. The name ran pleasantly through her mind like a trickle of cold water, settling into her damaged synapses. One mental snap of an image, and this foxe-wolf was "Samothes." At his greeting, she gave another nod, and the tip of her tail stirred in a slight wag.

What happened to you? Rage burned sudden and hot in her veins, racing through her mind like a brushfire. . . .what? what had. . .happened. . .to her? As if she were a wounded animal?! "Nothin'," she snapped, eyes flashing in a challenge. Then, as uncertainty washed over her again, her face fell. It couldn't have been nothing. She was so broken, and this wolf so. . .not. Was this her fate--trapped in a clumsy body, a hazy mind?

"What're you. . .I. . .dunno," Snowe mumbled lamely, casting her eyes downward. She looked back up at. . .Samothes, that was it. And frowned, the corners of her mouth drooping more than ever. "I'm Snowe," she introduced herself, one ear flicking backwards, irritable but resigned to her situation.