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Oops, maybe she lingered a bit too long. Caught in the act! But he didn't know her intentions, so what did it matter. Maybe she could pretend to join anyway, just for kicks. It wasn't like he could do anything about it, was there? Cyclone contemplated this for approximately 3.7421 seconds before deciding he was cute enough to at least talk to instead of bolting immediately. Besides, maybe he was on the verge of ditching this clearly dwindling pack anyway. Maybe she could recruit him just as he was trying to do the same. Wouldn't that be a hoot?

Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, she greeted, figuring a compliment might very well go a long way. And it wasn't a lie! He was a cutie-patootie. He matched her in height, though he certainly had packed on a lot more meat than she ever had. Cyclone didn't even attempt to hide her ogling at him, scanning him from top to bottom, side to side.