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miserable and marinating in her own stewing unhappiness, all it took for astara rise from her tormented rest was the soft boof of a wolf outside. furious and with no quarter given, the dark shadows of the denmouth suddenly stirred.

out came astara; round belly swinging and her teeth snapping -- a hideous snarl parted her gibbering jaws as she swung blindly for the wolf that dared approach, having no concept of evien's kindness and only aware in that moment, of a painful and irate instinct that told her any wolf near her densite was to be swiftly and cruelly corrected.