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She was surprised when she saw Alarian. She was even more surprised when it appeared he was heading right toward her. She'd been walking the borders, looking for any strays in need of a home--and low-key thinking of Vilkas--when Ali caught her eye. The thing was, whatever closeness they might have achieved when they'd first met. . .it seemed to have slipped away, lately.

Lily assumed she'd pushed too hard. Dug too deep. She couldn't get through to him, and she preferred the company of others to hers. They didn't see each other much, anymore. She hated it, but the reality of it had began to settle in her stomach like a heavy stone--it was just there.

"Hallo," she said, a little bit surprised as she crossed the distance to meet him halfway. He'd been hunting; a rabbit hung from his jaws. Ali was a capable hunter, and probably was the main reason they were all fed. She was grateful for it--indeed, sometimes she wished for his skills. She got better and better, but she still had a long way to go.

How are you? What's up? Long time, no see? All of these openings seemed inadequate and prying, so she settled for an awkward, "Nice catch," and settled back on her haunches, waiting for what he wanted to say.