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Sif understood the other girl's meaning well enough, but she'd been ranging these lands for several long weeks, now, and this was the first time she was smelling the other girl. She'd become possessive of this area, and of the things that could be found within it. The rocks. The carcasses. The women.

"Mine," the girl retorted, baring her teeth at the other. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she thought she could take on the other wolf. It was the principle of the thing, really.