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Half an eye was kept on the bear — she didn't expect it to bother with them, but she certainly wasn't going to be taking chances. The rest of her attention, however, had settled on the golden young stranger.

A bear, she reminded him, her voice gently teasing — my, but it was nice to be looked at like this. It won the young man a world of favor, even though she had once not thought twice about turning heads. The dark shewolf slunk closer, feeling rather like a cat let into the hen house as she did. Clearly, she thought, flattered and bemused, that's not all you haven't seen before.

Where did you come from? she asked, hoping quite dearly he wasn't from one of the packs they were aligned with — or even worse, one of the packs that had set themselves against Moonspear. His name was only a secondary interest; he was merely a pretty face to her, in that moment.