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He beamed at her thanks, tail continuing to move. His dark eyes moved toward the direction he believed was west, and he cocked his head in thought upon receiving her query. I dinna ken, he said wryly, after a beat of silent contemplation. Wherever the wind takes me, I suppose. Or the company of a beautiful woman, Pyg added, mock-bashfully blinking at Bhediya.

Good God, what was the matter with him? One conversation in with a female not of his family and he was already a drooling, cliche-ridden buffoon.

I'll figure it oot as I go, he sighed, trying not to think about how much of an arse he must look now. Best to hunker down before winter, aye? Even Pygmalion, from the far north, knew that there was strength in numbers in the coldest of seasons. Besides, his skills might be valuable to southern, less hardy packs.