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when the stranger grew closer, kukutux realized she was not girl at all, but a strong woman, with kindness behind her intelligent gaze. further soothed, the girl withdrew to the far bank, allowing space for the newcomer to join her, if she so chose.

suddenly she felt weak and girlish, paling to nothing in the shadow of this wolfess who had surely seen more than her. mother though she was, kukutux had come to admire those like hydra. and yet she knew she would never be such.

"i do not know redhawks, no," the duck answered in her polite, swallowed tones. what sort of wolves might they be, with such a name? perhaps they were all warriors who wore the color of blood. "i am kukutux," the girl added, refraining from her formal greeting. that was not done in this place.