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Sagtannet and Wintersbane, the Eisen. He was significantly larger than she might have imagined, though his voice removed the sharpest of his edge. I a-am Ainhoa, she stammered, falling clumsily into submission. The fiasco was admittedly embarassing, though she did her best to maintain a facade of confidence.

How did one join a pack? The need had never arisen, similar to other tasks. Are you open? she asked, words lilted by the Sierran accent. I want to join, if I can. She peered up at him through warm ambers, gaze flitting away before eye contact could be made.