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Towhee was there—and then Towhee left.

Smoldering amber eyes followed after her in mild amusement, his lips quirking at the comment Ruenna shot his way before he turned to her, giving a casual shrug. “Talent of mine,” he confirms just before his silver pack mate beckons for the other to cross across the waters.

“We don’t bite,” he rumbled out, humour hedging at his vocals as his tail gave another idle flick. “Promise,” he crooned, deciding he had been quiet for long enough during this interlude.