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Nieve was neither a leader nor a relevant wolf, depending who you asked, but she was nearby. She was picking through a shallow northern cave when the foreign howl caught her attention. The young she-wolf rose, shook the dust and stiffness from her coat and joints, and promptly headed toward the source.

There he stood, both tall and broad with vibrant amber eyes. Must've come down from the mountains to be on this side of their territory. Nieve approached with a lofty gait, tail raised in a welcoming wave despite Rusalka's guarded nature. Nothing wrong with being both friendly and cautious, she thought. Besides, he got bonus points for being a looker.

What brings you here? she asked, flashing Timberlake her typical winsome smile.