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Him? Hunt? She must’ve gotten her wolves mixed up, and he quirked his brow — genuinely taken aback. “Sorry — me?” he huffed a little laugh, and swung to look behind him — sure he would see a more formidable wolf strolling up to meet them, someone strong, of better mind, more ...pieced together...

But all he saw was darkness, and forest, and that they were quite alone. “Uh, right.” Well that was new. From what he knew of the wolves in these wilds...

Tuathal turned back to face her, his brows still raised with a lingering surprise.

”You got a trail or something?” He hadn’t hunted anything larger than a hare in... jeez, how long had it been? Did the world even make moose anymore? “Or are we working from the ground up?”