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The male quickly backed up away from her, so Grezig reeled herself in and took a few steps back herself to give him some room. She was surprised at herself. She was not a wolf known to be so overly worried for others, but her reaction had been immediate and without thought. Not that it was a bad thing to worry if others were possibly dying. It just surprised her how much she cared—in the moment—for a wolf she didn’t know.

The male said something that was difficult for Grezig to understand, but when he lifted his head to show her the gross scar across his throat, she got the message. He couldn’t speak. Well, that would explain the wheeze earlier. “Ah,” she said awkwardly. “Sorry for overreacting. I thought you were choking—or something.” She looked at him, studying the scars openly and without judgment. Scars were natural to her. A wolf’s life was difficult. It just seemed that this particular wolf had a particularly difficult life. “What are you doing here?” she asked him after a moment, not really sure what else to say and not wanting to just randomly leave. She could smell pack on him, so he was not a candidate for Neverwinter/Deepwood Weald, but it was always good to have allies in different places.