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The wolf listened to her, taking up the offer without question or demure. It was nice not to have to explain herself or repeat her words or worry that they would be taken the wrong way (they sort of had), but Moorhen was in the mood to be a pain in the ass, and her eyes narrowed at what she imagined was a weird hitch in his steps and actions.

When he looked up at her, the eerie feeling only grew. He seemed to be waiting for something and Moorhen - paranoid - whipped her head around to make sure no one was sneaking up behind her. There wasn't. Her bloodred gaze turned back to the male, still highly suspicious. What do you want? she demanded - and that phrase, of course, Moorhen could say perfectly well.