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He was tempted to ignore the greeting but turned reluctantly--and was glad he did. Fucking beauty queen, tall and savage; looked like one of those northern girls from feral tribes, or something. Her eyes were bright in a mask of charcoal, and her mink fur was plush. Looked warm. He'd love to bury his face in it.

Well, hey, Verx said, coming toward her with his tail swinging behind him. A crooked smile lit his face. What's up? I'm Vercingetorix. I came down with Heda after the war. He dipped his head in a solemn greeting, though the playful glint of intrigue never left his eyes. Was she family? Or had this gorgeous woman just happened to end up here--

--like it was fate or some shit?