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Fern shot her sister a look and then snapped over her head, like she was aiming for an ear but missed on purpose. Who're you calling an old hag? She was as fit as a fiddle and living life in her prime, so that was uncalled for. But she knew Neasa was only kidding to some extent.

She turned to look at the eager-to-retreat dark wolf and chuffed softly, proud of her accomplishment. At the same time Fern knew she couldn't thwart her sibling's anticts for much longer; she was growing up and it really wasn't her place. Maybe she'd let her have her fun this one time — supervised, of course. Well at least this one isn't a coyote, she murmured, striding around Neasa and circling Arrakis as if to inspect him. What's your name, kid? Where are you from? 

If Neasa was going to fraternize with a stranger, Fern was determined to learn all she could. Knowledge was power.