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Mira's gaze fell, and Sialuk licked her lips, appeased with the show of deference. When Mira licked her "wound," Sialuk's gaze softened. Had she done that? She could not remember a time she had ever caused harm, and knowing that she had done so raised some conflicting feelings. So often, she had watched anaa work to treat wounds (most of them Sialuk's). She took a step closer as her ears slid forward and her posture relaxed. She could not smell blood, or she would have rushed to find something to fix it.