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He half-expected her to lash out at him or run away, but instead, she cracked a joke. He guffawed (perhaps a bit too enthusiastically), but he quieted in time for her introduction. Her name was Aria, and she was from Swiftcurrent Creek. She assured him she was usually “not so unkept,” but he didn’t quite believe that. All white wolves had trouble keeping clean, didn’t they? The dirt showed up that much better on them.

Well, Aria from Swiftcurrent Creek, I’m Whisker. He didn’t mention a “from.” You want some help cleaning up? he asked. Wolves, pack or not, were much better at cleaning each other than they were cleaning themselves.