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Her head lifted with some alarm at the unfamiliar smell and pawsteps; safe as Elysium was, motherhood had put her on guard for any and all threats, and it wasn't an instinct she could shove down. She let herself relax as the coywolf approached, nodding and beaming at his question. Yes, I am, she answered, blinking softly.

Lily dipped her muzzle slightly, giving him a polite, warm stare. You must be one of the newcomers I haven't met yet, she said. Her nostrils flared and picked up traces of salt and sea, and a smell that reminded her of Helix. Drageda? Rusalka? She wasn't sure. She'd let him make his own introduction.