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The wind continued to whip around Tukluk, which just made him angrier and angrier. He drew further into himself, hunching his shoulders and keeping his head down. Because of this, he was staring at his paws instead of his surroundings, and because of this, he didn’t see the woman coming, and the howling wind drowned out her pawsteps.

’You making all that noise?’

Tuck gasped in surprise, quickly looking up and pinpointing the source of the question. She was small and lithe, built like him. A halfbreed, too, then. At least, that’s what he assumed. It didn’t matter, though. She’d frightened him and that pissed him off. He didn’t like it when others got the better of him. “Yeah,” he replied, a challenging, snarky, teenager-y tone in his voice. “So what?”