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Before Bridget could explain, Teya began speaking in a way that made her think the question had been somewhat rhetorical.  She certainly wasn't expecting the next words, but was clearly pleased by them.  Her smile warmed.

Despite her competitiveness, when it came to affairs of the heart, Bridget felt little drive to push for victory.  She had a deep seated view that wolves, unlike challenges, were not things to be won or claimed.  So as often as she'd considered Teya in the same light, her focus was more on the return than the description of others who shared it.  She understood, at least in part.

I like you too.  Not in a way that has to change anything, but in a way that makes me damn sure I want us to stick together regardless.  She answered, sensing her friend was a little unsure in all this.  There's wolves you meet that just hit different, yknow?  Like... they hang around in your mind, and you wonder how they are, even if you haven't seen 'em in ages.

Bridget thought of the woman on the coast as she spoke, though she doubted they'd ever meet again.  There had been maybe one or two others, but none stuck out so much as she or Teya.  I think I'm pickier, though; men never stick.  She chuckled.  What was he like?  And this other woman?