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“Good,” he rumbled, shaking off his irritation from the other wolf with a quick roll of his shoulders, his eyes warming as he studied her. “My little sealgair,” he continued, his tail giving a lash as he nodded. Constantine had passed the tongue of Taltos and the Mayfair down to his children—something Akavir would try with his own two.

Two. They would find Ibis and Lilitu. He was determined.

“Come. Tell me what you smell—first, to hunt, you need to learn to track your prey.”