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The shadow's ears perked with interest, the first genuine display of emotion since she had encountered Engel. She listened intently to his words, suddenly feeling a rush of fondness for him-- yes, Engel, tell me everything-- and then she flashed a sincere smile. One that made her eyes sparkle, perhaps not as warmly as they should have; the observant eye would see the ice behind her gaze. Tine was too relieved that he actually knew something to remember to be irritated with how little he gave. She had never minded a bit of questioning.
Oh, thank you! Tell me more about Easthollow! Samaantine requested cheerfully, leaning forward to lick his cheek. Her tail wagged softly behind her even as she pulled back. The shadow burned to know more about Morningside, but she kept the question for later-- she had not missed his hesitance, and it had both sparked the flame of her curiosity and given her an area in which she should tread carefully. Clearly something had happened with this Morningside; Samaantine intended to find out what. If nothing else, it spoke of a closer connection to this pack. Information from an insider, even a former one, was always useful.