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Shameful, He grunted, sidling up behind Engi. He had followed her scent out here, wondering what she was getting up to so far from the little area they had pitched camp in. Solpallur would never forgive him if the pretty little Engi was injured on Stjornuati's watch. They sound as cowards, He continued as he drew up to the other two, nudging the female briefly with his nose by way of greeting.

Who was taken? He asked, looking to the male, automatically adjusting his posture to show respect. These lands smelled taken, though the scent was not as strong as some packs' borders.