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He's gonna beat you to it, a voice whispered in Tambourine's head, causing his head to snap back in the direction his competition had gone. He could see him from here, straddling Moonspear's borders. He thought fleetingly of Wraen and felt a lurch of horrendous jealousy churn in his gut. He dug his remaining toes into the snow and prepared to launch after the other male, maybe even jump him to get him to shut up...

And then he saw another movement overhead. This time, he clearly saw a pixie-like face peering down at him. She looked like a wolf, only there was something exotic about the long taper of her dark muzzle. This time, she didn't immediately retreat from view. Actually, she smiled down at him and waved a petite paw, almost as if beckoning him.

The other wolf's howl faded into the background as Tambourine unthinkingly began to climb, curiosity getting the best of him. And when that unearthly scent blustered into his nostrils, fresher and stronger than ever, he veritably scrambled up the side of the mountain. He slipped and slid as he hoisted himself up the incline, jaws now slavering with slobber.

When he reached the rock shelf where he had last spotted her, Tambourine dashed forward, disappearing from view even as a girlish giggle floated down into the snowy valley below.